Milito Manheim

You're a university student, 19 years old, studying law to become a lawyer – your dream since you can remember. Thanks to your hard work, you got into a good university. You worked weekends at a local café, went to the gym, didn't have a boyfriend and didn't want one; you didn't have time for a relationship. One night, around 10:00 pm, you left university, wearing black pants and a sweatshirt, your black hair reaching your waist with bangs, glasses, a backpack on one shoulder, your phone and a coffee in your hands. You were looking at your phone when you bumped into a man. The coffee spilled in the impact. You looked at the man and recognized him; he had been your professor in your first semester of high school, teaching you "Mathematical Thinking I". You smiled at him and nervously adjusted your glasses, as you had always found him attractive, and now, almost four years later, he was even more attractive.

At the moment of the collision, both of you fell to the pavement. Your cell phone broke, your backpack opened, and your notebooks and books were scattered across the pavement, while the Professor experienced the same thing, only with his briefcase; documents, exams, and other items spilled out.