ring ring.ring ring
That was Havanas phone
There she lay, worn out, on Levi's chest, and she faintly looked at her phone.
a message from Hr
"you are running late and haven't called in sick"
This ignited a fire of urgency in her as she jumped out of bed, saying, 'We're already late!' They both rushed into the bathroom to take their shower.
"While bathing, there was a lot of touching and giggling between them.
Afterwards, they both rushed to school, with Levi promising to return to her office after lectures.
During lectures, all Levi could think about was his encounter with Havana that morning.he was reminiscent all the did to her with a sense of accomplishment and regret of not having multiple hands to touch all he wanted ay once buy he celebrated with a small smile...
He couldn't pay attention in class, as every incident, sound, and touch reminded him of the morning.
Immediately after lectures, he didn't pay attention to anyone as he sprinted across campus to her office.
when he got there he could also see in her eyes that she was also thinking of him
let go get lunch she asked as she stood and they both left for the nearest Starbucks
After settling down and ordering lunch
Havana looked at him and asked, 'Where did you learn all those tricks?'—letting out a little smile as she spoke.
I told you I had a girlfriend before. Back in school, we were wild—just two young, curious teenagers, full of energy and exposed to more than we could handle.It was intense, reckless… but it taught me a lot.
Havana tilted her head slightly, her smile fading into something more thoughtful.
"Sounds like you've lived a life," she said softly. "Sometimes I wonder what it would've been like if I'd had that kind of freedom… that kind of recklessness."
She paused, eyes searching his. "Do you ever miss her
Levi looked down for a moment, then met her gaze.
"Sometimes, yeah… but not because I still want her. It's the memories I miss—the simplicity, the thrill of being young and fearless. We had our time, and it ended for a reason."
He reached for her hand gently.
Havana's fingers tightened slightly around his. Her eyes softened, and for a moment, she looked away, lost in thought.
"I'm sorry, Levi," she said quietly. "Not because you had fun… but because I didn't. My college days were so different. I buried myself in books and lectures, always trying to prove something—to myself, to everyone."
She gave a small, sad smile. "There was no room for wild memories or reckless love. Just goals, deadlines, and the fear of failure.
"Sometimes I wonder if I missed out," she whispered. "I was always the responsible one—the girl with a schedule, a plan, a purpose. While others were out making memories, I was chasing grades."
She looked back at Levi, her voice tinged with regret.
"Now I'm here, and it's like… I'm only just starting to live. And part of me is sad, not just for what I missed, but for how hard I was on myself.
Levi chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
"Hey, don't do that," he said, his voice warm. "It wouldn't have been better. You were building something solid—something that brought you here, to this moment."
He gave her a teasing grin.
"Besides, who says the fun is over? You've got me now."
He winked. "And I happen to be an excellent tour guide for delayed wild experiences. Just say the word, and I'll give you all the mischief you missed out on—one memory at a time.
Havana laughed, the sadness in her eyes slowly melting into something brighter.
"Oh really?" she said, raising an eyebrow. "An excellent tour guide, huh? Do you come with a brochure and a warning label?"
She leaned in closer, her smile playful.
"Alright then, Mr. Mischief. Consider this my official booking. Just promise me no broken bones or academic probation.
Levi laughed, standing up and offering her his hand.
"No promises on the broken bones, but I'll try to keep the chaos classy."
Havana rolled her eyes, grinning as she took his hand and stood beside him.
As they walked out of the office, the sunlight spilling gently through the hallway windows, their steps were unhurried—just two people enjoying each other's presence.
"So," Havana began, nudging him playfully, "what's the first stop on this wild experience tour? Midnight rooftop dancing? Sneaking into a lecture just to ask ridiculous questions?"
Levi laughed again. "You joke, but I've done both. And I've got ideas that'll make your 'straight-A student' past blush."
They continued down the corridor, laughter echoing softly, leaving behind not just the room but also old regrets—replaced now with warmth, shared stories, and the quiet thrill of something new beginning.
Levi and Havana stepped out onto the quiet campus walkway. The air was warm with a hint of breeze, and the chatter of students heading home filled the distance like background music.
"It's funny," Havana said, her voice softer now. "I used to walk this path alone almost every day… never thinking twice about it. But today feels different."
Levi glanced at her, a gentle smile on his lips.
"That's because you've got me now," he said with mock arrogance. "And I come with premium conversation and a slightly above-average playlist and a top notch bedroom game.
She laughed.
"Oh? Are you saying you're my evening entertainment now?"
"Absolutely. And I take requests," he replied, nudging her shoulder.
There was no rush—just the peace of shared company, and the unspoken comfort of knowing that, somehow, they had found something quietly beautiful.
The cab ride was quiet at first, the kind of comfortable silence that only grows between two people who no longer feel the need to fill every moment with words. Havana leaned her head slightly against the window, watching the world blur past, while Levi sat back, sneaking small glances at her, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
"Tired?" he asked, breaking the silence gently.
"A little," she replied without turning. "But it's a good kind of tired."
"The kind that comes after a long day of dodging responsibilities and flirting " he teased.
She turned to him with a smirk. "More like the kind that comes from realizing maybe I don't have to carry everything alone anymore."
Levi didn't reply immediately. He just reached over and held her hand in the space between them. No words—just that small, certain gesture.
When the cab pulled up outside her apartment, the street was already bathed in soft yellow light. They paid the driver, stepped out, and walked toward the door side by side.
"Home sweet home," Havana said, stretching her arms over her head.
"With socks on the floor and half-empty cereal boxes," Havana added, unlocking the door.
"Luxury living," he laughed.
They stepped inside, and as the door clicked shut behind them, it wasn't just the end of a day—it felt like the beginning of something neither of them could fully name yet, but both were quietly welcoming.