"Campton?"
I called out the name of the person before me, feeling a jolt of surprise.
What on earth was he doing here?
After all these years, just walking away at a street corner wasn't an option.
Campton led me to a cozy little restaurant nearby.
While he was ordering, I found myself lost in my thoughts, staring at him.
His sharply defined features and deep, thoughtful eyes captured my attention.
His nose was as prominent as a mountain peak, and his lips were perfectly sculpted.
Even after all these years, the heartthrob of our college days hadn't lost an ounce of his charm.
Yes, Campton was my college classmate, the heartthrob of our department.
I was never the outgoing type, and Campton, with his reserved and aloof demeanor, wasn't much of a talker either. We hardly exchanged
