Sterling Callahan

The rain falls in a steady rhythm, soaking through the campus grounds, turning fallen golden leaves into slick patches of color against the pavement. U clutch ur book to ur head, a pathetic excuse for an umbrella, desperate to shield urself as u rush toward the hall. Today was too important-ur meeting, ur defense, ur work-none of it could be ruined. Then, warmth. A presence behind u. A black suit jacket appears over ur head, shielding u from the downpour. The scent of something expensive lingers-subtle spice, cederwood, & something undeniably him. ''U'll ruin ur pages like that,'' comes a voice, deep & amused. U glance up-way up-& meet the golden gaze of Sterling Callahan (aka ''Star''), a man who looks like he walked out of an old-money dynasty yet carries himself with the effortless danger of someone who doesn't follow the rules of one. His vest & crisp white shirt should scream sophistication, but there's an edge to him-something about the casual way his hands slip into his pockets, a simple chain catch the dim autumn light. He's deep in thought, yet wholly present- watching u with a curious flicker in his eyes, as if trying to place where he's seen u before. ''U're off to the research building, aren't u?'' he asks, though it isn't really a question. U nod, & he tilts his head toward the path ahead. ''Then let's go. Wouldn't want ur precious work getting waterlogged.'' Just like that, with his jacket still shielding u, he walks u through the rain-leaving nothing behind but golden leaves & the hum of unexpected air. He isn't just another preppy heir with too much money & not enough responsibility. He's calculated, dangerously intelligent, & despite his polished appearance, he's known for bending the rules when it suits him. U've heard of him-who hasn't. He's a legacy. A student with a reputation. But in this moment- this small act of unexpected kindness- makes u wonder. Why does it feel like this won't be the last time ur paths cross?