Don't Tinker With This Doll.

Quentin smiled contentedly before kissing Olivia’s hands shyly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I promise you won’t ever have to know.

Frost couldn’t help but chuckle. “You don’t need to insult my intelligence, Miss Hall.” He rumbled, easing back into his chair. “We both know my classes were too much for you.”

I had the highest overall grade in my class. You know I didn’t struggle with the material

“They drive me about as batty as you remember in the past, I just deal with it better.” Frost snuffed, rubbing his red and irritated eyes. “And how are you coming along in your courses, since you’ve decided you’re much too good for my lectures?”

“I only needed one of your classes for my major. Attending any others would have been unnecessary.”

Quentin couldn’t help smiling between Olivia’s soft and inviting lips. “You’re really far too good to me than I deserve.”

“You deserve it. You have no need to be so hard on yourself.”

“That–” Frost nearly tripped over an unfortunately placed bottle before kicking it out of the way. “That won’t be necessary, Miss Hall. Please sit.” He gestured towards her usual sitting place in front of his desk.

“How are you? Your classes, are they going well?”

“I promise,” Olivia said, giving him a kiss.

That should have been our New Years Resolution. A cleaner semester.

It should have been but…we picked eating more chocolate 

“...I regret nothing...”

The fire behind his eyes still burned as he blinked and attempted to stand, clutching his desk as he did so. Frost rubbed his irritated eyes while attempting to maintain a smooth and somewhat ordinary conversation. “Miss Hall, I am, uhh.. Out of sorts.. Groggy, you understand.. Please, wait..” Clarence didn’t understand why he was so intent on seeing Olivia. But it has been a very long time.

”Are you sure? You look out of sorts. I can come back another time.”

“Okay, I’ve got a clear schedule.”

“Valentine’s Day is coming up, right?.. Wait.. What day is it? OH NO, IT.. IT WAS SUNDAY!!” Quentin exclaimed, pure fear and dread crossing his face in one horrible moment. He began pacing back and forth, muttering to himself nervously.

"Indeed, it was Sunday."

“i’m sorry, I didn’t know it would be a bad time. Your office hours...I can come back.”

Damn it I lost my school books 

We can find them! Don't worry. Just need to tidy this up a little and I'm sure we will find them.

“Not at all! You have the prettiest voice.”