Teach Me Love

Crown And Victorious

Lena's POV

The book I lent to Stef was a very expensive one, mixing art and literature. It was about the experience of beauty in existence, and just the exploration of the skies by art including visual art that she seems so passionate about.

I know that by doing this, I would have to put up with her and her rudeness more than I have to originally, but I have the feeling that she's worth it.

She has the soul of an artist that's for sure, even if I didn't have the chance to see her work yet and I think she has to be more open. Her idea about literature not being art is bothering me and interrogating me for that young student looks so smart, yet she's seeming blindsided by her passion over visual art. I wonder what she does, painting, sculpting... I have no idea, and I admit that I'm intrigued.

I want to know more, and hopefully, she'll consider giving me a chance to be her tutor.

So I'm waiting for her today. I need to know if she had read the book and I want to know if she liked it or not. I know having her reading more than two hundred pages in one night wasn't really ethical of me, but she was so arrogant and misbehaved that I needed to discipline her somehow.

Not denature her, for her wildness is what makes her so attractive, but just discipline in the way that she won't be in too much trouble in the future.

*knock knock*

"Come in!" I shot as I see the door of my office opening at 8 in the morning, and Stef entering the room, closing behind her.

"Oh, it's you. I thought I was going to see you much later. Did you read the book already?" I ask for if she did, she must have stay up all night. In fact, judging by the bags under her eyes, she probably did.

"I did, every bit of it, I couldn't stop myself. How... how did you knew that I... that it would have this effect on me?" she says, her voice completely broken with the lack of sleep as I smiled.

"Because I did the same thing when I first read it. I couldn't stop. Now take a sit." I said, smiling and going to my coffee maker to get her a cup for she looks like hell.

She looks at me still a bit hesitantly and then, she took a sit slowly, laying the book on my desk. She's quite for a while and I'm wondering what's in her mind. She looks so strong and aggressive, yet sometime, when I look deep in her eyes, I can see a fragility that does not leave me indifferent.

"Here. Drink this." I say, putting the cut of coffee in front of her as again, she looked at it suspiciously, then back at me, to finally take it in her hand, and have a sip.

"Thank you." she says as I smiled.

"Well, well, well, where is the famous rudeness?" I joke as she let out a little smile while I took a sit back behind my desk.

"So, do you accept my offer, Stefanie?" I ask as she looked right in my eyes after finishing her coffee. It seems like she's reading me for some reason, and I can't quite understand that look in her eyes, like a distrust or something.

"Why do you keep calling me Stefanie?" she asks suddenly as at this I smiled softly, tenderly even.

"Because I find your name beautiful, it suits you well. It means crown and victorious. It's a powerful name." I say looking into her young eyes as she stayed quiet.

She's barely twenty-one, yet it seems like she lived multiple lives. She seems troubled and... I don't know, I just want to make her see the good in this world, for it looks like she hasn't seen the best part of humanity so far.

How do I know that from the little among of interaction we had, I have no idea. I guess I just feel it.

"Why do you want to tutor me?" she asks, still not telling me what I want to know.