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The meet cute?

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Do you know about the stop and stare smiles? Boy, those are rare. It's when you see someone smile and all you want to do is ogle at them. The smile that isn't yours but when you see it, it makes you so happy that you smile. It makes you want to pull out your camera or phone and capture that moment, keep it forever, print it out, put it on your wall as a poster, obsess over it and never let it go no matter how old it gets. You love it. You cherish it. You want to look at it all day long and you hope to yourself, "PLEASE, Let me see it again." 

He had that. 

He also had no idea that he had that smile. The guy had no idea he had a smile that could make people drop what they were doing and the reason he didn't know, you ask? The idiot didn't smile as often as he should. Not everyone knew about his smile, but I did. I adored it.
Yes, you guessed it, I am in love with him, or am I? 
We'll never know because as I am typing this, someone's reading it. STOP READING IT, asshole.

"Alright but how long are you going to just write about me and my smile and how much you love me? One of these days, you'll fall in love with me," he said, looking all smug. 

"You sound very confident for someone who just entered a class that started 30 minutes ago," I replied looking right at him. 
He scanned me up and down, looked at my laptop, and said "Is that all you've written in 30 minutes? No inspiration? Need me to smile for you?" 
"I was doing fine before you walked in and distracted me." I scoffed. 
"Oh, I see. So I distracted you? huh? I wasn't even trying to. Wonder what happens when I do try to distract you." said the stranger, I was talking to for the first time. 
With a disgusted look on my face, I replied "Get a life and maybe some friends so you don't have to talk to someone you don't even know?" 
"I think the reason I am late is the fact that I have a life and friends. I bet you reached 10 minutes before the professor did." He wasn't completely wrong I was 5 minutes early, but I had no intention to talk to him.
So, I go back to my story.

Everyone but Jacob knew that I loved him. How could he not know...

"Maybe because his name is Jacob and you're writing a cliché" the smug-faced asshole criticized. As if he knew anything about writing romance stories, he hadn't even bothered to get a pen with him. Who even is he? 
"You started pretty well, I won't lie but then you completely ruined it by making it predictable." he kept speaking. Did I ask him for his opinion? 
"You-"
"Listen, I don't know who you are. I am sure you a great but I don't need your opinion. You're not my editor or my mentor. I think I got this." I cut him off before he could say more. 
The arrogant smug-faced asshole spoke up again, "We can change all of that if you just let me speak." 
I was annoyed and out of ideas and in serious need of food and coffee. I got up, absolutely hating my decision to have chosen Romance Writing 101 and I walk out before he could stop me and announce himself as my mentor, hoping I don't see him before 11 am ever again.