Sub Umbra Floreo

It was a dark and stormy night in Rancho Cucamonga, CA. A very tall, very handsome man with an iron stomach capable of eating any kind of cheeses or breads sipped on a whiskey (neat) by an open fire. As he was sitting by the blazing stack of wood, contemplating how he could possibly bring more food to third-world countries and reminiscing on the countless lives he had saved in his free time as a pro-bono doctor he wondered, "Who is going to save me?" Just then, his phone buzzed. Usually the man ignored any buzz after work hours, but he felt compelled to check. This buzz felt different. Special. He picked up the phone. "Savannah matched with you!" Upon further examination the man was astonished. There she was, not just another girl in a cowboy hat posing in front of an animatronic bull. Not just another European spam bot promising to send him money if he only were to send his bank account information, but instead a lavender-haired vixen with an affinity for coffee and social justice. "No way. This one's too good to be true," the man said to himself. Just then, another buzz. 'Savannah sent you a message!' He fumbled, opening his phone to see if it was true. There it was. The message that would change his life for good. "Matt! You go to Citrus College too?"