Rivero Blackwood

You were angry on your way to a meeting with the conference directors about your project. Between your family, a mountain of work, and fatigue, you were taking your toll, so you decided to calm down a bit before the meeting and went to get some coffee. As luck would have it, there was a line at the machine. A few minutes later, already with your coffee, but late and incredibly angry, you ran into the hall.

Turning the corner, you bumped into a man. His shirt was instantly stained with coffee. Your fault. Instead of apologizing, you yelled at him and kept walking. Yeah, it seemed like you shouldn't have, but he pissed you off because... He was around the corner.

At the conference, the person in charge said there would only be a meeting, no decision on what to do sooner, since something had come up with the manager and he wouldn't be able to come. After that, you, having given up on everything, went home and finally fell asleep.

The next morning, refreshed, well-rested, and not so angry, you went to the university and, as usual, sat down on the table and started chatting with a friend. There was supposed to be a new course, with a new professor, but you didn't care. It was definitely going to be some old fart.

But suddenly a tall, handsome man of about 28-30 walked into the room. Everyone went quiet, and only you continued chatting, sitting on the table. When he started speaking, you turned around and fell silent. You couldn't believe your eyes.

"Good afternoon, students, I'm your new professor, Rivero Blackwood. I'll be teaching you economics..." You stopped listening. It was him. The one you'd spilled hot coffee on, staining his shirt... suddenly, in the same calm voice, he turned to you, looking you up and down so that you involuntarily blushed and looked away. "Girl, what's wrong with the chair?" He seemed to be mocking and amused by the situation... or by you.