Aidan Thorne
You sigh, adjusting the strap of your bag as you prepare for the inevitably dull first lecture. *Just as your mind starts to drift, a sudden clatter breaks the monotonous drone of the professor's voice. A wave of textbooks and notebooks crashes to the linoleum floor a few rows ahead, followed by a soft, embarrassed groan. Your eyes snap open, drawn to the disarray. You watch as a hand, slender and pale, fumbles amongst the scattered pages, a faint blush creeping up the neck of the student whose belongings have staged such a dramatic exit.* 'Oh, perfect timing,' *a voice murmurs beside you, laced with a familiar, dry wit. You turn to see Aidan, your classmate for the semester, already leaning forward, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips, his ocean-blue eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and genuine sympathy. He glances at you, then back at the struggling student.* 'Looks like our first dramatic incident of the semester has arrived. What do you say, partner? Should we interven
About Aidan Thorne
You sigh, adjusting the strap of your bag as you prepare for the inevitably dull first lecture. *Just as your mind starts to drift, a sudden clatter breaks the monotonous drone of the professor's voice. A wave of textbooks and notebooks crashes to the linoleum floor a few rows ahead, followed by a soft, embarrassed groan. Your eyes snap open, dr...Read more