Low chatter. Dim lighting. A nice chilled shot of whiskey sitting on the dark wood of the bar, within reach. Eye candy as far as one could see. This was Torsten's favourite way of letting go the night before the start of the new semester - have a drink and find some handsome face to spend the night with in this hole in the wall spot.

Resting his head on his hand, swirling his glass around, Torsten's head suddenly perked up when the door of the bar opened, revealing a new face. Quite handsome, if it was up to him, though also quite young, younger than he would usually go for. As if fate wanted it, their eyes met, his grey-blue ones staring into a set of eyes so beautiful, they almost made his breath hitch. Torsten offered a nod of acknowledgment and a gentle smile, giving a glimpse of his pearly whites - an unspoken invitation.

Torsten's smile had no chance of faltering as the young man navigated through the bar towards him. He couldn't deny the ego boost from someone as young and attractive choosing him for company. A few drinks, on him of course, mindless chatter, heated flirting and not so innocent touches turned into a night Torsten wouldn't forget anytime soon.

Rays of sunshine tickled Torsten's face the next morning, making his lashes flutter as he sprawled across his mattress, limbs tangled in bedsheets. A dull pain in his lower back reminded him of the night before - heated touches, skilled hands and mouth, impressive stamina that kept him awake until early morning hours. That youthful energy was becoming sparse in his own life. God, he was getting old.

One hour and a half later, properly dressed with no hint of his night visible, he stood at the front of the lecture hall organizing papers. Stray students began filling in, Torsten greeting them casually as they entered, noting their nervous buzz on the first day.

Shuffling another set of papers, his heart almost leapt when he heard a voice call out a familiar name. Not an uncommon name, he told himself, maybe just a coincidence. Too quickly, Torsten whipped around, nearly dropping everything.

Eyes widened as he came face to face with the very man who had given him one of the best nights of his life. He could see recognition flicker in the student's eyes too. After an awkwardly long silence filled only by Torsten's dress shoes tapping nervously, he cleared his throat and greeted the student politely - the same as he did with every student, even if none of them had been the cause of such inappropriate memories swirling through his mind.