{Chapter written by alicejpctter}

I'm breathless. I'm about to start a test, which could well decide my career, and all I am doing is staring at the place where Noah had just whispered to me.

I'm just so brilliant, aren't I?

Damn him and his effortless skills to take my breath away.

Focus!

I stare down at my answer sheet and fill up my details and then glance back up at the blackboard, which is thankfully not covered by Noah as I wouldn't have been able to start this test at all.

The questions make me go dizzy.

"Write out the algorithm for a type judgement."

I rack my brain, search every corner of it to find the answer buried away somewhere. And it's then that I remember what Noah explained to us to deal with these kind of problems.

"The Type Judgment in new type system is as follows: E M :τ (where E a constraint set with typical elements Ei)."

"{∀ → I} and {LET} rules are combined to create the {W −LET} rule of this system and in the same manner the {∀ → E} and {V AR} rules are combined to create the {W − V AR} rule."

My hands shaking, I jot down the answer.

{W −VAR}(x:T)∈ ,{τ:=INST(T )} x:τ
{W−→E} ,E1M:σ→τ ,E2N:σ ,E1 ∪ E2 M N:τ
{W −LET} ∪ {x:σ},EM:ρ ,E ∪ {τ ≡σ→ρ}λx.M:τ ,E1 M:σ ∪{x:T},E2 N:τ ,E1 ∪ {T :=GEN(,σ)}∪ E2 let x=M in N:τ

The next question, as I see it, looks a bit easier, but not quick enough to be solved though.

Hmm, just my luck.

I'm going to fail this, for sure. And here slips my chance to earn an internship at Ubisoft and also a chance at Noah.

Wait what? Focus, June!

I bring my attention back to the task at hand, and start writing the second answer, while silently cursing myself into eternity. I'm surely going to flunk it and also bring myself low in Noah's eyes.

Just perfect.

I see Noah pacing around the class, keeping his eyes on each and every one, like a cat eyeing it's prey. I peep around to see how everyone else are doing.

Pénélope seems entirely engrossed in her own paper. At least she knows what she is writing. Unlike me.

During my peep sessions, Noah catches my eyes and I instantly look down, my face burning redder than my hair.

Urrrgh!

I can actually feel his eyes on me, as I scribble on my paper, glancing at the board to see the questions so rapidly I might as well have got a crick.

It's when I'm solving a particularly difficult problem when Noah walks by and I look up at him automatically.

He doesn't say a word; he only looks at my answer sheet. His eyebrows are risen up high as if in disbelief. He keeps staring at my answers while I get a lucky moment to admire his angelic face. I really need to learn how to focus. Neha, I need lessons.

He shakes his head, as if returning to reality and walks away and my heart sinks lower than my grades on this test.

I've done something wrong, and I cannot rectify it. Why? Because this is the only way I know of to solve this problem. I stare at it again.

"Compute a set of equations E which satisfies:
• Q1 : (∀T.(T E)⇒(0T M0 :α0T)) soundness : Each solution of set of typing equations E yield a typing for M.
• Q2 : (∀,τ.( M0 : τ) ⇒(∃T. T E∧=T∧τ=α0T)) completeness: For each typing of M, there exists a solution of the set E."

• soundness : (∀T : T (E,G) ⇒ 0T M0 :α0T). soundness : Any solution for (E,G) generates only correct typings for (0, M0,α0)

• completeness : (∀,τ. M0 : τ⇒(∃T.T (E,G)∧=0T ∧τ=α0T). completeness : Every typing of M0 is generated by some solution for (E, G)

I shake my head once again. No use crying now, is there? I sigh and and move on to the last question.

"Write the unification pseudo code of Robinson's algorithm. Not the code. The pseudo code."

The world seems to spin in circles now.

How in the name of Merlin am I supposed to solve this? This confirms that Noah framing Lee is trying to kill me. He did not even cover this properly in today's lecture! Just one word. IMPOSSIBLE.

Suddenly Noah's voice rings around.

"Five minutes left!"

Five minutes? Yes, it's official. I'm dead. Meet you in afterlife.

He expects me to solve this in 5 minutes? I glance up at him and see that some of them have already given their answer scripts to Noah and are leaving.

Damn it!

It's only the word 'Damn' which rings through my head as I write the answer for the monster, which, of course, is all wrong.

var E : P(T ×T);S : Substitution;
E, S := E0,Id;
do E=∅→
let e ∈ E;E := E \{e};
if e :: (Fm(τ1,...,τm), Gn(σ1,...,σn)) →
if Fm≡ Gn →fail [] Fm ≡ Gn → E := E∪{(τ1,σ1),...,(τm,σn)}
f i [] e :: (α,τ) →
if τ ≡ α →skip
[] τ≡α∧α ∈ FV(τ)→fail
[] τ≡α∧α∈ FV(τ)→ E := E[α :=τ];S :=(S;[α := τ])
f i
f i
od

Hastily scribbling the last part, I dash in front of the desk and almost topple over. Talk about history repeating itself.

"Time's u-"

"Here," I pant.

"Although your promptness is appreciable Ms. Holmes, I was going to come to your place and collect your answer script," says Noah.

"I- I need to go somewhere. I'm in a hurry," I manage to get out and run out of the class, not wanting to embarrass myself further again, specially in front of Mr. Lee.

The last thing that I can see is his eyes on me, a dumfounded expression on his face. Just right.

I run out, with Pénélopé chasing me and calling "June? June! Please, listen here, oh-"

I catch a taxi and bark out the destination, scaring the living daylights out of the driver.

I'm doomed. Just bleeding perfect. I ruined my test. I ruined my internship chance. I ruined my reputation. I ruined myself in Noah's eyes. Basically, I'm a ruiner.

I now know what's going to happen. Someone else will get the internship and be close to Noah and I'll be crying at home as that person isn't me. Neha and Adrian will once again try their level best to keep me entertained, to no use. I'm forever going to be the loner who was rejected by the one she loves.

Ah, Shakespeare could write my tragedy.

I climb up the stairs to find Neha and Adrian standing outside the door as well. Did they just come back from somewhere?

"June? Hey, how was your day?" Neha asks.

"Fine," answer automatically and enter the apartment. They enter after a moment's hesitation.

I'm feeling so numb right now, the only thing that I'm able to comprehend are their voices.

"Hey what about we have some pizza? It's been like ages since we had some," says Neha.

"Aah yes, what about Margherita?" asks Adrian.

"Sounds fun."

I then look at Neha. She wanted to say something?

"Yeah, you were saying something?"

"Oh come on, I just wanted to talk to you! How was your day? How's Pénélope?"

"It was fine. She's good too. Everything's fine really." I say.

Why am I even lying to them? My mind is a weird place.

Suddenly, my phone starts ringing and I jump. That's the last thing I expected to happen. Who would want to talk to me after today's incident?

"Oh sorry," comes out of my mouth. Why am I apologising?

I pick it up and my nose scrunches up in confusion. That's an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Ms. Holmes?"

I almost drop the phone. I recognise that voice.

Recognise? I love that voice. The silky, smooth, deep voice. It could only be one person who possesses such an angelic yet sinful voice to send me flying with giddiness.

Noah Lee.

Calling me.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Is he calling me to tell me how horribly I failed in the test? Did I actually perform that bad that he needs to call me?

But at least he's calling you. Personally!

"Um, hello?"

"Oh, um- h-hi y-yes it's J-June h-here," I stammer.

Just amazing. My speaking skills tops the charts.

From behind.

"Yes, Ms. Holmes, I would like to meet you right now. Please do go down your residential building and to the black coloured Audi-R8 parked there," his voice answers.

Wait what?

"Um, but my test and why-"

"Ms. Holmes, I do hope you trust me. Please do as I say."

And he hangs up. Wow.

"June? Who was it?" asks Adrian.

I turn my attention to Neha instead. "Do I look proper?"

"What? But who was it on the phone-"

"Just answer me. Do I look good?"

Neha sighs and comes forwards, patting and setting up my hair.

"There. All set."

I grab the nearest jacket and rush outside with my shoes pulled on hastily. I think I hear Adrian shout "Hey my jacke- Ow Neha! Watch your leg!"

I climb outside to find a sleek, black and an extremely stylish car parked outside. With an aerodynamic body; it looked like something that would be in possession of some billionaire.

Is it Noah's?

I approach it hesitantly; Noah Lee just told me to go near this rich looking car, is he going to do something? I can't even see him anywhere!

An unexpected 'click' of a car door opening reaches my ears and I look around to see a handsomely clothed man coming out of the car from the driver's seat. I search for the familiar features which would recognise him as Noah; but it isn't him.

Who is he? I look at his crisply ironed shirt with a badge which says 'Basile'. Oh, so that's his name.

"This way, madame," he says and leads me near the door.

"Who are you?" I ask. I'm so polite.

"I'm Mr. Lee's driver," he answers, as if he didn't sense my rudeness at all.

"Where is Noa- I mean Mr. Lee?"

Did I just almost call him 'Noah' in front of his driver? Just my luck.

"He's waiting for you at some place. He did tell me not to tell you which place. I apologise for that, madame," he says.

Wait, a secret? What is Noah Lee doing to me?

"Oh... alright," I say and he drives away.

The moment passes by without any interaction as I drown in my own thoughts yet again.

What. Is. Happening?

"If you don't mind madame, can I ask you a question?"

Why does he keep calling me 'madame'? "Please call me June and yes, you can ask me," I say.

Might as well talk rather than get swallowed by Noah thoughts.

"Do you like art?"

Wait what? What has this got to do with anything? I see his expression in the mirror. He looks expectant and somewhat excited. Might as well lie.

"Yes, I do actually." Now let us all hope he doesn't ask me questions about art as that will make me look more of an idiot than I already do.

He only smiles and continues to drive. Wait what?

"Would you like some music, June?"

"Um, yeah sure," I say.

Let us take a dive into Noah Lee's music taste, now shall we? All I'm expecting is a ballad or classical music to play, to be honest. What else could he like? Hip Hop? EDM? Ha bloody ha.

{start playing the song in the attached video now}

Basile starts a song and a very catchy Indie-electro tune starts to play?

What?

Noah likes Indie music? Really? Or is this Basile's choice? Being the curious little soul I am, I decide to ask my question.

"Are these songs your choice?"

"Oh, no, not at all! It's all Mr. Lee's," he says while sporting a grin on his face.

He's so unlike Noah, all happy and jumpy. How is he not affected by that grumpy, cold businessman?

All we've ever done
We've ever called our own
Is gone
This lonely place is all we'll ever know
Longing somewhere far from home
I'll need your hand to hold

"Which song is this?" I've never heard this one.

"It's Zephyr by Madeon," Basile answers.

He listens to Madeon. What?

People and their unexpected music choices, honestly! He's the last person I expected to hear these kind of songs!

Will we find a place
To hold us 'til we're done
We're on
Pick up the pace until the solace comes
Longing somewhere far from home
I'll need your hand to hold

I look around and realise we've entered the place which is near... a museum I think? Adrian must have mentioned it somewhere.

Basile pulls up towards a grand looking building with a triangular looking monument in front of it. It's now that the light bulb which was off in my mind switches on.

It's La Louvre. One of the greatest Art Museums in Paris. Woah. Noah called me here?

Basile parks the car and leads me down the front gate and the beauty enthrals me. Why have I never been here before?

Basile leads me down a hallway to the place where paintings are displayed and there, at the first painting, stands Noah Lee, now changed into a handsome suit, his hair pushed back with gel, the Rolex glistening on his wrist.

He's standing there, simply staring at the painting. He's lost in his own world. It's the look on his face which causes me to stare at him. He's lost. In his own world. In his little world of art.

This man likes EDM, Hip Hop and art. How weirder could he get?

Basile walks up to him and then Noah turns and his eyes meet mine. My mind goes blind. He's staring at me. Noah freaking Lee is staring at me. His lips quirk up in a little smile (HE JUST SMILED AT ME?) and then he faces Basile and says "Thank you, Charlot. You can move around too, go see that sculpture you wanted to."

They smile as if they have some secret joke shared silently and Noah pats him on the shoulder and 'Charlot' is off.

It's me and him now. I sound like a romance novel.

Me being me, I jump straight to my question while trying not to drool at the sight of him.

"Why have you-"

"Hey, let's mo-"

This makes us shut up and he lets out a nervous little laugh, which according to me, is the cutest thing ever and I almost drool. It takes all of my self-restraint not to do so.

"You go first," he says.

And so I do.

"Why have you called me here? My test? What about it? I know what I did was wrong and I probably failed it but-"

"Woah there, calm down! We'll talk as we look at these paintings, shall we? I'm sure you'll love them," he says and starts walking, me at his heels.

Trust me, the paintings are amazing. They range from paintings of the French Renaissance to landscapes and portraits.

He tells me particularly about this painting of a seashore, and his praises are not false. The painting, so soothing, is something my restless mind is in a dire need of.

"It's a German painting by Caspar David Friedrich. I particularly love the colour combination he used for it, you see," Noah explains.

While he explains to me about the paintings, I admire his expression. That excited look, his raised eyebrows; it looks like he's talking about his first love. It's so soothing and calming. My heart is not stable right now; it's currently performing somersaults because of Noah's happiness.

He might have guessed from my silence that I was bored, so he changes the topic to my interest.

"Aah yes, about your test that you gave..."

"What about it?"

We're now nearing the sculpture section.

"I wanted to give you the news about it," he says and we stop near a beautiful sculpture of a woman (or an angel?), headless, neck thrown backwards, arms outstretched. I read the name.

'Winged Victory of Samothrace.'

Goddess of victory? Can this mean something?

"You like this sculpture?"

"Yeah," I say breathlessly, as it's beauty has taken me over. Simple. Graceful. Enigmatic. Just what I love.

It takes me a moment to get back to my senses and realise that my fate is to be announced to me right now. And I'm staring at a sculpture.

I see Noah whose head moved quickly and is now looking at the sculpture. Wait, was he staring at me?

I clear my throat to get his attention back.

"Oh yeah."

We stare at each other for a moment before I raise my eyebrows. The words come right out of his mouth.

"Ms. Holmes, I would like to welcome you as an intern to Ubisoft. Congratulations on acing the test I gave you. I must say I'm surprised as that was one of the hardest tests ever and you managed to answer them all impeccably. Congratulations," he says in his monotone as usual but I don't care.

I GOT THE INTERNSHIP. AT UBISOFT. UNDER THE NOAH LEE. I ACED THAT TEST.

WHAT IS HAPPENING?

The world seems to be moving around me. I can't hear anything but us right now, his voice ringing in my head for a millions of times, him saying 'Ms. Holmes' and suddenly I got no control over my sense and the next thing I know is that I've flung my arms around Noah's neck and locked him in a huge bear hug.

He smells of cologne and wood, of cinnamon and wine. It's distracting, enough to send me flying into oblivion.

Noah stills for a moment, but then I feel his arms around my back, hugging me back, holding onto me, never to let go.

We stand, the world forgotten, in the embrace. Probably after a lifetime, Noah lets go and it's now that I return to my senses.

DID I JUST HUG NOAH AND DID HE JUST HUG ME BACK?

Noah now looks like he just realised what just happened and we're both standing in an awkward silence.

Wait, I need to apologise.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I was just so caught up in the moment and I didn't realise it was you and I just hugged you I'm so sorry I didn't meant for it to happen," I rush.

"It's okay, no worries," he says and his original, monotonous, icy businessman voice is back.

It's still level 1.

He calls Charlot and asks him to drop me back.

"Good day, Ms. Holmes. Your details of internship will be emailed to you," he says, and without looking at me, walks away.

I've just fallen in love with an impossible destiny.

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A/N: hides behind Noah Lee Please don't kill me! I know it's been two weeks. I'm so very sorry for the long wait my dear readers. You don't know how much I appreciate your patience and understanding.

Trust me, even I died after reading this chapter written by my genius mastermind of a friend Alice. She's brilliant, but she's kinda evil. Like honestly, I'm finding it difficult to breathe after this.

So. Many. Feels! AAAAHHHHH

Okay calm down Vidya. You have an Author's Note to write.

A friend of mine said that I'm notorious for my cliffhangers. You know who you are ;) But I hope this one doesn't leave you hanging. And if it does, well...

All the questions and answers are actual questions and answers related to polymorphic type interference. So yes it's gibberish. But it's verified gibberish.

That hug at the end though. Is the sweetest thing in the entire universe.

I also hope you find Noah's taste in music appealing. Because I definitely do. I hope you listened to Zephyr along with June. A bit more immersion in the story. Madeon is seriously underrated.

And of course all the artwork is actually found in La Louvre. Alice did her research because she, unlike me, is a professional. She picked the ones to showcase in this chapter herself. Impeccable taste. Don't you think?

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