Professor F novel Chapter 82

Augustine couldn't believe her eyes. Right in front of her, Flynn stood proudly, his handsome charming face without the glasses, his calm baritone voice, his manly scent mixed with his expensive perfume and his hand waiting to hold hers for a handshake.

Her team leader Jacob took Flynn's hands instead. "Pleasure to finally meet you, Engineer Ferguson. This is our young and beautiful engineer, Augustine Peters."

Flynn didn't show any awkwardness as he smiled at Jacob. "Yes. I know her."

She held her breath as her heartbeat went faster. What? Are we going to let these guys know we know each other? She glances at his friends seated on the other tables. Am I going to pretend that I don't remember them?

Flynn narrowed his eyes at her, as if enjoying her reaction irking that calm nerve inside her head but he spoke before she could even put words into her mouth. "I used to teach in Pearsons University."

"Always exceptional, August. I see." Jacob gives her an approving nod.

Flynn glared at Jacob but smoothly hides it with a smile. "Ah, yes. Exceptional." He gives her a glance. "Well, there's not a lot of girls in the college so you get to remember most of them."

Asshole. She doesn't want to but what he said irritated her that she doesn't even want to glance at him anymore. And she's thankful that he's taken the initiative to sit with his colleagues. Despite feeling distracted thinking about him being in the same room with her after five years, she managed to get through their lunch meeting without glancing at his table.

They were heading out when she received a call from Gabi. She excused herself and stayed in the corner of the hall to answer while Jacob and his team were talking to some engineers. "Yes, Gabi?"

"Hey! I'm at the dormitory to pick up some paperworks and I just got a call from the lobby. Someone left an envelope here. And it's from—Pierre? It's handwritten on the back of the envelope. Would you like me to drop by and give this?"

"No. We're pretty busy this afternoon. But I wonder what that is. He should've sent me a message. Hmm. Can you open it?" She heard some paper tearing on the other end of the line before Gabi's voice came back on.

"Oh, it looks like a concert ticket for a band—ALIVE? What?! You know Pierre of ALIVE?! And why just one ticket?!"

She moves her phone away from her ears after hearing Gabi screaming in excitement on the other line. She knew how much of a fan Gabi is of Pierre's band, especially with their vocalist Raven, since their uploaded practice video went viral overnight three months ago. As much as possible, since that publicity, she avoided being in touch with him more than necessary. Aside from his avid fans commenting how handsome he is and his friends on their social media accounts, she didn't want to be associated with Pierre in a social media circus where everyone wants to stalk any girl that's linked to each of the band member.

She didn't think Pierre would send her something like this. She realized it's the dumbest idea, asking Gabi to open the envelope. Pierre probably wanted to surprise her or make sure he can talk to her about it once she opened it at the dormitory but had she known he would, she wouldn't have asked her roommate to check what it was.

"How'd you get this ticket? How'd you know Pierre? This has VIP pass and it's already sold out even after I waited online to get ours and ended up getting the lower box seats! And why would he let you attend the concert alone?!"

She didn't mention to Gabi that she knows Pierre even after knowing she's a fan. "T—That's a lot of questions, Gabi." She laughed awkwardly.

"You gotta get me a signed merchandise from them. Promise me."

She sighed with a smile on her face. "Yes. Alright." But she's got a better idea to make it up to her best friend.

"Or a date with Raven."

"See you tonight, Gabi." She can imagine Gabi's puppy face as she ends the call and decided to send Pierre a message when she was walking out of the hall.

Thanks for the ticket! :)

"Augustine! We'll head back in Jacob's car. I'm driving." Charlie informed her while juggling the keys in his hand.