The blond man had been sitting across from him in the library for twenty minutes. He spent ten of them trying to convince himself he couldn't possibly know the guy; the other ten was spent plucking up the courage to say something. "Do I know you?" He finally asked the blond, trying his best not to seem like a creeper, "I mean… Have we met before?"

The blond lifted his head from his book- The Prince, Machiavelli- and raised an eyebrow. But when the blond looked him straight in the face, he stared. It was the most bizarre thing, how strange it was. The blond was an extremely attractive bloke; Muscular, tan, well groomed. This nagging sense in him said he knew this guy. But that couldn't be right.

"No… No I do not think we have. Do you live in the dorm?"

"Never been there."

The other man furrowed his brow. "So, I don't know you?" He shook his head. "What's your name?"


"Arthur. What are you studying?"

"Physics. You?


They looked at each other for a long time after that. Merlin did not know what to think. "Well, this is awkward."

"Agreed… Maybe you just look like someone I knew."

"You look nothing like anyone I've ever met."

Arthur ducked his head. "Don't be ridiculous." But his ears were bright red. Merlin bit his lip to hide a smile. "Are you hungry, Merlin?"

"A little."

"Treat me to lunch." Arthur gathered his things from around him and began to put them in his satchel.

Merlin gawked. "Why should I?"

"You're the one who started the awkward conversation not me. The least you can do for my trouble is buy me lunch."