He'd not wanted to leave the island. However, the promise of a subject he enjoyed, plus getting to spend time with friends had helped the excitement for his final year to return. Now, across the hall from his apartment, an extra incentive had appeared. Dark hair, eyes filled with intelligence…

"Hello."

And an accent that made him melt.

They pointed at the broken key in the lock. "I don't suppose you could help?"

"Of course," Virgil replied opening his door, I'll just grab some tools… Unless you'd like a coffee first?"

"Coffee," a warm dimpled smile greeted him, "sounds perfect."