Clara Kane was finally standing infront of the handsome Drake Lieself.
The sun was beating down mercilessly.
It was so hot that the young heiress was sure that in just minutes, her body was going to melt into a tiny puddle on the floor.
Clara Kane bit her lip as she stared at him.
Drake Lieself was so engrossed in what he was reading that he had not looked up at all.
Clara wondered how he could sit on the side of the fountain. Surely, the marble or concrete was burning up and was uncomfortable to sit on.
How in the world was he seated so heavily on the hot fountain's surface. And what could have him so engrossed that he had not thought to walk inside to a cooler spot to continue his reading.
And surely, Clara Kane wondered, surely his classes were bound to start any moment then.
Already, most of the university students who had been standing in the shade were slowly beginning to mill inside the building.
