Silver Spoon-Chp 4

Another failed date with a less than interesting man and Noah was feeling shitty. After his 11 am class he went for the campus coffe shop to have a grande mocha and to people watch. he couldn't stop thinking about that boy, Harrod in hsi class. He was smart boy and really did not need his class. he was attntive and listen well. He also nearly blushed each time Noah praised him. He was half sure that the boy was crushing on him, but he was a teacher. He couldn't ruin his life like that, but after bozo number three...

Harrod: *had just finished his major class n was on his way to the library to get some reading done. He walked past the campus coffee shop n as luck would hv it, he bumped against a group of jocks who weren't looking where they were going n made him drop all his books n papers he was holding. The jocks just laughed n gave an unapologetic sorry n moved on, not helping him. He sighed as he knelt dwn to pick his stuff up*

Noah saw that kid. Why did he always have to be around...then the books fell. He remembered being that kid that the jocks loved to bully. He got up and went over to help him. "They have no respect for the smart ones." Noah said kneeling down to help him.

Harrod: *started a little, his breath hitched as he saw Noah right there, helping him with his stuff* M-M-Mr Matthews!! Errr...Erm, it's...Its OK! I'm used to it! Pls dont trouble urself, I can do it myself! *becoming flustered again as he flailed ard trying to get his things by himself*

"It's alright." he said, helping him, then standing up. "I had nother better to do." He smiled.

Harrod: *blushed real hard as he got all his things, then pretended to be vry interested in his shoes* Umm...Thank u vry much, sir...Sorry to trouble u. This happens quite often, I'm pretty much immune to it...Umm... *sees a bit of coffee stain on the cuff of his sleeve* U got something on ur sleeve *took out a wet wipe he tend to carry ard, especially wen he needs to hv his hands clean for cooking n tried to get rid of the stain*

"Oh, don't worry about it. It is an old shirt." He shrugged it odd. "You are no trouble, Mr. Mason." He said. "Care to join me? Unless you were headed somewhere else."

Harrod: W-W-Well, I was going to the library...bt there is no rush, n I've got only one evening class later...I...I guess I could join u... *tries to tak Tyler's advice in being bolder in front of Noah*

"Sure." He shows him over to his table. "So what major or you? I know you are not my department. I know most of the kids that are."

Harrod: *followed his lead n sat with him at the table, not sure if he should order or not* Umm...I'm...I'm home economics major actually...n minor in food science...

"Ah a cooks I see. I am terrible at cooking. I mostly order take out so." He shrugged. "What is you favorite to cook."

Harrod: *smiled as he sorta struck a chord* I love cooking French actually, a little bit of Italian, bt my first love would be pastries. I've always wanted to hv a bakery/cafe of my own n I could make delicious food for my customers to enjoy... *realized he was suddenly all so enthusiastic n slowed dwn* Sorry, am I boring u?

"No, not at all. I am actually Italian on my mother's side. I love her cooking but I can't cook so I only get it about three times at year. And I think it is nice to have a dream. I could see you in a bakery. You would have course have to give me half price pastries."

Harrod: *blushed n chuckles* Haha, of course, I would totally give u evn for free. U can drop by my shop anytime n I'd give u a free sample or the first taste. *the way he smiled was so refreshing n innocent, almost made him beautiful-looking*

"I can't wait. I love food." He really was stunning. ~Now get yourself together. He is our student and that is WRONG!....but so right...~

Harrod: *decided tht it was more or less his chance n blurted out* I'm trying a new pastry n I'll be making it later this evening so if it's OK if u come to the home ecs room wen evryone is gone n u can come n taste it to see if its OK? *seemed to hv said it all in one breath*

~No, No , N..~ "Sure. I would love to taste it. Say about seven?" He asked. He was so fucked.

Harrod: *blushes hard* O-O-OK, I'll...I'll see u then... *finished his glass of complimentary plain water n got up* I...I look forward to it... *walks off to the library, feeling so much refreshed now*