Professor F

Chapter 54

August panicked and fixed her things before heading out. She rushed to the hall's entrance and looked

for a guy who's probably waiting for her, too. She forgot to ask for his photo to recognize him. But

thinking about his profile, who is into music and arts, he must've long hair tied in a bun, and subtle

beard. And she hated herself for concluding how her student would look like, and he's a sophomore—

how would a music sophomore student would look like?!

She was about to cross the street while looking around when a car was approaching.

A strong hand pulled her to the side of the street. "Watch it!" That heavy British accent reminds her of

Flynn!

The car stopped and the student stepped out. "Sorry! Sorry!" He apologized as he approached her and

the guy who pulled her. "Are you okay?" The guy looked so apologetic, admitting it was his fault. "I'm

sorry. I was in a hurry."

"I—It's okay." She said, felt nervous for what could've happened if it wasn't for the guy who pulled her.

"I wasn't looking, too."

The guy excused himself and left while she was standing beside the guy who pulled her. "T—Thank

you." She looked at him and her mouth dropped. He looked so hot with his blonde hair trimmed clean

on the side and piercings on his ears and nose, wearing a white shirt and torn jeans. He's probably as

tall as Flynn. He's holding a black helmet and was standing beside his motorbike.

"What you did was dangerous." Still with that heavy British accent.

"I know. I was just looking for my student. He said he's in front of our building and—" She then realized

that he was the only one in front of their building. "Is your name, by any chance, Pierre Barclay?"

He looked surprised. "Oh, so you're the tutor—Augustus?"

She wrinkled her nose and forced a smile. "Close. That's my father's name. I'm Augustine. August is

fine."

"Sorry. I'm bad with names." He apologized and scratched the back of his head, smiling.

"Bad with Math, too?" She joked.

He laughed hard. "That's a good one, tutor."

"Please stop calling me that. Shall we start?"

"What? Here?"

She almost laughed at his silliness. "Why not?"

"Kidding. How about we grab a cup of coffee?" He smiled. "My treat."

"N—No. I'm sorry. We're not having coffee. Just tutoring—" He was busy getting another helmet from

his bike and handed it to her. "And I'm not riding that bike."

"Come on. It's just coffee. I feel sleepy when it's about Math and Statistics." He yawned. "Already am

just thinking about it."

She found herself wearing the helmet and riding his bike. "This is crazy!"

"Only boring people say that." He said and drove away.

She grabbed on his shoulders when she almost lost her balance. "Heeeeey!"

He laughed at her. "You'll get use to this, tutor!"

"No way!"

August got off the motorcycle when it stopped in front of the University Brew & Coffee. She took the Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

helmet off and handed it to Pierre who was also taking off his.

"Of course. How convenient." She sighed as she looked at the cafe and the people working inside. She

can see the day shift brew. She looked at her wristwatch, they're almost halfway their shift.

And the person she's been avoiding just came out from the kitchen and went back to the cashier's post.

Gail.

"My elder sister works here. This is my only chance to boss her around, you know." Pierre said,

chuckling. "Come on."

"S—Sure." I wonder who his sister is.

The people greeted them when they heard the door chimes.

"Welcome to University Brew & Coffee!" They greeted almost in unison and Henry was the first to

recognize her. "Oh, August! Nice to see you at this time! You're too early for your shift." He teased.

"Hey there, Pierre!" He greeted the tall guy beside her who looked surprised that the manager knows

her. Henry excused himself to do something inside the kitchen.

"You work here?" Pierre confirmed with her.

She nodded and forced a smile. "Yes, part time. Night shift."

"Oh, you probably don't know my sister because she's working during the day." He pointed the young

woman behind the counter. "That's my elder sister, Gail."

Her mouth dropped. Why does she sound so American and he doesn't?

"Any request?" Pierre asked before heading to the counter.

She moved her head sideways, gestured to declined his offer.

"I know what you'd love." He winked and went to the counter.

And she observed how Gail would react seeing his younger brother—she rolled her eyes and placed

his order. Pierre seem to enjoy his sister's reaction and was talking a lot, taking his time at the counter

since there's not much customers that time.

She looked away when Pierre pointed at her direction, as if telling Gail about her being his tutor and

she saw how Gail stared at her.

She decided to find a table away from the counter and waited for Pierre.

She sighed as she reads Flynn's messages. Most of them saying he misses her and looking forward to

seeing her as soon as he arrives, telling he's still attending some urgent matters extending his stay in

London. Its been over a week since she got back from the London festival and she missed him already.

She was having that thought when Pierre takes the seat in front of her. "I'm surprised you're working

here. How'd you manage work, school and tutoring? Don't you have a boyfriend?”