She spent years being everyone's 2 AM.

He spent years showing up for strangers.

The professor paired them.

Neither was ready.

She walks in with a color-coded binder and a first aid kit she never put down.

He's already there.

Scarred knuckles.

A broken watch stuck at 3:47.

A voice that silences the room.

He doesn't smile.

Doesn't take notes.

But he looks at her like he's already figured her out.

They get paired.

He argues with her.

Walks her to her car.

Sits too close.

His hand reaches for her.

Every time, he stops.

Still.

She notices.

Too late.

Two people who only know how to give.

One of them is about to want more.

And he's already there.

She just has to let him.