outine of breakfast and brushing her teeth, she slipped into her favourite comfy yet cool outfit. Then, she hopped into her car and headed

about moral relativism, and Clara struggled to keep her mind from wandering. Instead, she thought about that brief chat with Jack from the day befo

hink. She wandered through the rows of tall bookshelves, running her fingers along the spines. That's when she spotted it-The Great Gatsby. A s

classic choice." She turned and saw Jack standing the

ra said, holding up the book. "

a of the American Dream. But honestly, it's the relationships that stand out.

y interested. "You sure are f

y. "I'll take tha

his favorite authors and how stories helped him see things from different angles. He said reading

s they strolled across campus.

aracter is nothing like me, their feelings and struggles are.

ady on her. "That's a lov

ignore how relaxed she felt. Jack was different. He seemed real and genuine, unlike some of the men she'd met

like Clara from wealthy families. Still, there was so much about her that drew him in. Her kindness made it har

lanced at his watch. "I should head o

of disappointment. "Su

flashing a smile that

other at campus events. Other times, they'd grab coffee or study together in the library

a bench next to the fountain, Ja

like being

ght off guard. "

eing from one of the biggest families

ople only saw the glamour, but Jack's questi

what my parents have given me, but sometimes it feels

s tough. But from what I see, you

hadn't expected. "Thanks, Jack.

the first time in ages, she felt like she'd found someone who truly understood her. Little did s