Dakota’s POV
‘Hey,’ I spun around in the late afternoon light, to find the black haired man that had saved me from my drunken weirdo the night before standing behind me, looking down at me sheepishly.
‘Hey!’ I replied enthusiastically, as he gave me a relieved look.
‘I was worried you wouldn’t remember me’, Francis admitted, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
I laughed, ‘how could I forget my knight in shining armour?’ I asked, smiling brightly.
‘More like a Knight in jeans and a t’shirt’ he replied with a chuckle, 'i'm not sure I could pull off the metal suit.'
I gripped my folders to my chest, watching him as he gave me a wink, ‘it’s strange’ I mused, ‘I’ve not seen you around campus before and now I have seen you twice in the last twenty-four hours.’
I eyed him suspiciou
