Everything We Would've Been

Chapter Nine: Rainer

August 2023 . . .

It's the second weekend I'm sitting at this bar watching the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life work behind a luxurious bar. She looked even more beautiful than I remembered. She was wearing a pair of midnight blue jeans with a white T-shirt. She'd pulled her long beautiful hair into a high ponytail. It whipped around as she moved from customer to customer, taking their orders and mixing their drinks. She had a slight tan she didn't have two months ago. It suited her.

"Stop staring at her like that. You're gonna get us kicked out," Axton said, pulling me out of my head.

"I wasn't staring."

I was so I took a sip of my scotch just to look away for a few seconds.

"You were basically eye fucking her," he said in a hushed tone.

"You're one to talk."

"Consensual one-night stands are different than eye fucking a child."

"You're making me sound like a pervert. She's definitely over twenty-one or she couldn't work here."

"I don't think there's a law against that."

"I think there is."

Axton tried to encourage me to go talk to her but he got distracted after twenty minutes and left me on my own. And I enjoyed watching her from a corner at the bar as she worked. There was just something about her that pulled me in but wouldn't pull me too close. Every time she served me a drink, I wanted to say something but I couldn't bring myself to do so. The effect was addictive, to say the least. Unlike most bars, they never wore name tags. She was just that beautiful girl right now.

I was never this stressed out about starting a new position but I was new to the faculty and I had classes with architecture students from first years to seniors. So, I felt like I needed to know at least some things about my new students. Set aside my first years, I went through everyone's academic records. I needed to know what to expect. I also needed to get that beautiful girl out of my head. So, I went into my new office on campus and started going through the files.

My second years were fine, nothing to worry about. I went through their previous designs to get some idea of what I'm dealing with. My third years were a bit different. They had a couple of jokers and a few amazing talents. But my fourth years were the ones that got my attention. About half of them or more were what I expected from studying the previous files. But seven of them were on a different level.

As I studied their records carefully, I thought they might have gotten outside help but my theory was proven wrong when the faculty tested their top student in an isolated environment for a week when she was only a sophomore. I was curious so I pulled up her entire academic record. I could pull up her file and put a face to the name.

But I was more curious about what Emilia Davis has done than what she looked like. And not to my surprise she's done a lot. The more I learned about her the more curious I got. So, I gave up and called my old professor and learned everything there was about my number one student. I was excited and nervous at the same time to meet her.