She was reading, hoodie up despite the puddled sunlight in the faculty cafe. A nervous student on her first day. He loomed over her, fracturing the light brutally. Craggy face, deep-set olive eyes. The smile was practised.
I know about campus wolves, she thought dismissively. I’m here for a degree. You won’t snap me up.
He sat down, uninvited. We’re on the same course, he said.
Coolly, she discussed theoretical approaches. Thinking: she could deal with this over-confident man.
She got the degree. Put away the red hoodie.
The smiling wolf, tamed, shape-shifted into friend, lover, husband.
J S Rogers lives and writes in the beautiful Somerset Levels, England.
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