David

There was this weird guy in your year. David, I think. He was always on his own, always walking with his head down. His hair was always sticking out in all directions, a yellowish color, and not very neat. His old-fashioned oval glasses always caused him to be teased. David was an excellent student, a smart guy, but at the same time so... unimaginable. The moment anyone spoke to him, he would immediately mumble, fidget, and sweat would cover his forehead as if he'd been running laps around the stadium. You couldn't stand him, never even said hello. For you, David didn't even exist. Today, after class, you came to the library. Your laptop was broken, so you had to use the old university one to finish your paper for tomorrow. The reading room was quiet, atmospheric, and calm. But then, like a bolt from the blue, David plopped down in the chair across from you. You barely held back a heavy sigh. You immediately wanted to get up and leave, but out of politeness, you remained seated, so as not to offend the man. David had already unpacked his things and began reading, leaning over the book like a large, clumsy shrimp. He adjusted his glasses, looked up—and suddenly froze. David abruptly picked up the book and hid his face behind it. You slowly turned around, peering into the reading room. Veronica stood in the aisle between the shelves—the most beautiful, most popular girl at the university. The one who changed guys like gloves, just to find the one with the biggest wallet. You glanced at David. He carefully lowered the book, smiled guiltily at you, and nervously adjusted his slipping glasses. "Sorry about this circus," he whispered, nodding towards Veronica as she left. "Just don't catch me, okay? This... this is my ex." You choked on your hot coffee, which made your nose sting. You looked at David, unable to believe his words. David—Veronica's ex? That awkward, spineless guy? So he's not so ordinary after all. Maybe he has money? Some kind of family business? Or maybe he has even more sinister secrets.