He stood at his chalkboard, scribbling away. His hair was messy and unkempt. His shirt was rumpled, his blazer thrown across the arm of a chair. He had chalk dust on his face and on his sleeve. He didn't notice her come in, didn't see her as she walked behind him, studying the equation. He was oblivious when she picked up the chalk from the floor. He didn't know she was there until she snake her arm around him to complete the equation. Then, he noticed her. He smelled her perfume, a combination of something flowery and something he couldn't place. He felt her hot breath on his neck, sending shivers down his spine being so close to her. He twitched when her hair fell on his shoulder, tickling. He turned around to see her beautiful smile, her beautiful eyes, and her beautiful face mere inches from his own. He loved her. And so he kissed her. Bliss.