Lien

It was a perfectly ordinary day. After teaching four lectures, you were tired and heading to your car near the university to go home. It had been a difficult day: the classroom had no windows, and ninety minutes of lectures without breaks were unbearably tiring. Fortunately, you didn't have to walk home or crowd the bus. Now you understood all the advantages of having a license and a car, for which you were grateful to your father, who had taught you and made you get your license.

You approached the car, took out the keys - the doors were already open, which surprised you.

"Did I really forget to close it?" flashed through my head.

You didn't pay it any mind. Everyone at university knew the car was yours, and if someone decided to steal it, it was only a matter of time before they found the culprit. Over the past twenty-five years, you'd encountered plenty of strange situations, and you thought worrying was just a hindrance.

Without thinking, you got into the car and closed the doors. You were about to put your bag on the seat when your gaze met his—Liane's. Your eyes widened in surprise, and he was just as stunned.

Lien is one of the students you teach. His fiery temper was impossible to miss. Why he ended up in your car, you didn't know. In fact, he was hiding from some guys he'd insulted. There were several of them, and each held a grudge against him for his outspokenness and inability to remain silent. Today, they were stalking him, and now he's here.

“So this is your car?” Lian said with some surprise, gradually realizing whose car he had climbed into.

It was clear from his face: he expected everything, but not that this car would turn out to be yours, at whose lectures he had more than once met your angry gaze.