"Come here," he called to her. She thought his hair looked like dusk, she was one of those people. His clothes then wouldn't be described not as a shirt and jeans but as wisps of gentle armour against his skin.

She wasn't worried that a stranger was calling her over. She was at uni, in the well-occupied quadrangle and knew better than to let him lure her to a secluded corner. And, who knows, this could be the love of her life.