up the down staircase

The first day he had thought: there was no one else he’d met like Viktor. Engineering students by nature were kind of all cut out from the same cloth, but Viktor had read all of the textbooks that Jayce liked, even Handbook of Mineral Matrices. And Recursive Computation for Physics. He was a wicked numberphile. Viktor admired elegant proofs, used strange Zaunish mnemonics for his integrals, carried chalk tucked behind his ear, had the same spinning hamster wheel in his head that’s certainly kept Jayce running for the past twenty-four years.Viktor was also more attractive than any other Engineering TA he’s ever met. But that was besides the point.