The two of them now meet to discuss chemistry, but while they talk about scientific topics, their emotional state is filled with mutual affection, which makes my heart flutter as I read. Calvin, who has never been in a romantic relationship, ends his day with two distinct emotions(high point/low point) whenever he sees her. The high point is his admiration for her intelligence and brilliance, while the low end is the pain of her always rushing off after their time together. Isn’t Calvin just so pure?😍 After she leaves, his remaining hours of the day are filled with despair and gloom.

He also tries so hard not to show any feelings for her because she had insisted on keeping things professional that he avoids buying her coffee, opening doors for her, or showing even a hint of affection. I find his effort to hold back incredibly endearing. On the other hand, Elizabeth has developed a liking for him, impressed by his genius. Every time she sees him, she feels the urge to kiss him and rushes home to suppress those feelings. She assumes he doesn’t feel the same way, and this misunderstanding leaves her days feeling equally desperate and depressed.

In one particularly tense moment, Calvin struggles to focus on what she’s saying and gives awkward and somewhat rude responses. Afterward, they both head to their cars, ready to part ways, but their unspoken feelings almost turn into resentment. That’s when Calvin finally knocks on her car door. As they exchange their disappointments, Elizabeth can no longer hold back—she pulls him toward her and kisses him.

This type of pure and innocent love story might be common in films and books set in that era, but it makes me wonder. Why wasn’t I born in a time when love was so pure and heartfelt? While modern conveniences have made life easier, I feel like I’m not living in an era of innocent dreams about love, and that realization leaves me with a bittersweet feeling. The end!