Professor F

Chapter 82

Augustine couldn't believe her eyes. Right in front of her, Flynn stood proudly, his handsome charming

face without the glasses, his calm baritone voice, his manly scent mixed with his expensive perfume

and his hand waiting to hold hers for a handshake.

Her team leader Jacob took Flynn's hands instead. "Pleasure to finally meet you, Engineer Ferguson.

This is our young and beautiful engineer, Augustine Peters."

Flynn didn't show any awkwardness as he smiled at Jacob. "Yes. I know her."

She held her breath as her heartbeat went faster. What? Are we going to let these guys know we know

each other? She glances at his friends seated on the other tables. Am I going to pretend that I don't

remember them?

Flynn narrowed his eyes at her, as if enjoying her reaction irking that calm nerve inside her head but he

spoke before she could even put words into her mouth. "I used to teach in Pearsons University."

"Always exceptional, August. I see." Jacob gives her an approving nod.

Flynn glared at Jacob but smoothly hides it with a smile. "Ah, yes. Exceptional." He gives her a glance.

"Well, there's not a lot of girls in the college so you get to remember most of them."

Asshole. She doesn't want to but what he said irritated her that she doesn't even want to glance at him

anymore. And she's thankful that he's taken the initiative to sit with his colleagues. Despite feeling

distracted thinking about him being in the same room with her after five years, she managed to get

through their lunch meeting without glancing at his table.

They were heading out when she received a call from Gabi. She excused herself and stayed in the

corner of the hall to answer while Jacob and his team were talking to some engineers. "Yes, Gabi?"

"Hey! I'm at the dormitory to pick up some paperworks and I just got a call from the lobby. Someone left

an envelope here. And it's from—Pierre? It's handwritten on the back of the envelope. Would you like

me to drop by and give this?"

"No. We're pretty busy this afternoon. But I wonder what that is. He should've sent me a message.

Hmm. Can you open it?" She heard some paper tearing on the other end of the line before Gabi's voice

came back on.

"Oh, it looks like a concert ticket for a band—ALIVE? What?! You know Pierre of ALIVE?! And why just

one ticket?!"

She moves her phone away from her ears after hearing Gabi screaming in excitement on the other line.

She knew how much of a fan Gabi is of Pierre's band, especially with their vocalist Raven, since their

uploaded practice video went viral overnight three months ago. As much as possible, since that

publicity, she avoided being in touch with him more than necessary. Aside from his avid fans

commenting how handsome he is and his friends on their social media accounts, she didn't want to be

associated with Pierre in a social media circus where everyone wants to stalk any girl that's linked to

each of the band member.

She didn't think Pierre would send her something like this. She realized it's the dumbest idea, asking

Gabi to open the envelope. Pierre probably wanted to surprise her or make sure he can talk to her

about it once she opened it at the dormitory but had she known he would, she wouldn't have asked her

roommate to check what it was.

"How'd you get this ticket? How'd you know Pierre? This has VIP pass and it's already sold out even

after I waited online to get ours and ended up getting the lower box seats! And why would he let you

attend the concert alone?!"

She didn't mention to Gabi that she knows Pierre even after knowing she's a fan. "T—That's a lot of

questions, Gabi." She laughed awkwardly.

"You gotta get me a signed merchandise from them. Promise me."

She sighed with a smile on her face. "Yes. Alright." But she's got a better idea to make it up to her best

friend.

"Or a date with Raven."

"See you tonight, Gabi." She can imagine Gabi's puppy face as she ends the call and decided to send

Pierre a message when she was walking out of the hall.

Thanks for the ticket! :)

"Augustine! We'll head back in Jacob's car. I'm driving." Charlie informed her while juggling the keys in

his hand.

She smiled and gave him a thumbs up. "I'll just go to the restroom."

"See you outside then."

She turned to find the restroom when she received a call from Pierre. Hello there, famous! She

answered.

He chuckled. Are you busy?

Not really. I just had a lunch meeting.

Cool. Can you make it to the concert?

Ah. That's actually something I wanna talk about.

Yeah?

She sighed soundly, finding it really hard to directly reject him but she had to, as subtle as she can.

Well, aside from being busy around that time with a big project at work, I also asked my roommate to

open the envelope you left at the dormitory not knowing you'd be sending me that ticket. You see, she's

a big fan of your band and she asked me to get your band's merchandise and autograph. I'm sorry I

know I'm explaining a lot but I just—I didn't tell her about you being a close friend so I kinda feel bad

about it knowing she's your fan. So I was thinking, maybe—if it's not too much—can she go instead of

me?

Ouch. That hurts. You're not my fan? He was clearly teasing her.

Really, with all the things I said, you wanna discuss that? She chuckled softly. I've always been a fan.

You know that.

Of course. And sure, your friend can definitely come. And I'll personally give her what she asked.

Thank you so much. And I'm sorry.

No worries.

And please, I know how to use e-tickets! Let's save trees, okay?

He chuckled softly. I'll keep that in mind, Engineer. He sighed soundly. God, I miss you. See you

around. Gotta go.

She hung up, giving out a deep sigh. I miss you. She uttered but it's Flynn's handsome face that

appeared in her mind as she went straight to the entrance. She held her breath when she saw Flynn

walking back inside the restaurant, leaving her no way to turn around or avoid him. Oh, crap! He looked Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

like he lost something because his hands were touching the pockets of his coat and his pants.

She took a deep breath as she steps forward, focusing her vision to the entrance instead of that

handsome prince walking straight to her direction, when someone stopped her. "E—Excuse me,

Ma'am!" She turned to find a young waiter looking at her. "—you forgot your phone on the table

upstairs."

She brings her hand up, holding her phone. "But I have my phone here." She then looked at the phone

the waiter was holding, with the screen lighting up because of a notification, allowing her to get a good

look on the wallpaper on the phone. She blushed seeing her smiling face wearing a black cap and

holding the stuffed toy Flynn got for her from the claw machines on their first date.

"Oh, I thought it's yours because of the wallpa—"

"That's actually mine. Thank you." Flynn grabs the phone from the young waiter's hand and placed it

inside his coat's chest pocket. He cleared his throat as the young waiter leaves and the air started to

get so awkward. She didn't know what to think after seeing his wallpaper. She just pretended she didn't

see anything but her heart's pounding so loud, the chattering crowd inside that busy restaurant just

drowned as she glanced at Flynn's flustered face until their eyes were glued to each other.

He opened his mouth but his phone started ringing and she took that chance to escape without saying

a word.

What?! Why is my face still on that phone's screen?! Do I really have to make a big deal out of that?