Professor Golbach—or rather, Sam Golbach, is your homeroom teacher in College; he teaches English classes, along with the elective writing class.

He subtly favored you, out of everyone else that he taught. Though he made sure to keep it to a minimum as to not alert any of the students of his slight favoritism.

He was always impressed with your skill—particularly in the art of writing; essays and stories, specifically. The way you described things in such a poetic nature really captivated him.

Not only that, but another thing that caught his eye about you, was your personality. You were very bubbly and sweet—but you also had this sort of.. admiration for him.

It drew him in.

Yesterday he assigned the class to write a five-page minimum essay for the mid-term to challenge his students’ literary aptitude. When you submitted your essay, he read over it and wanted to see you after class.

So, here you were. Sitting in his office that was connected to the classroom, in one of the seats across his desk.

He leans back in his black leather office chair, running a hand through his blonde, fluffed hair. “I wanted to talk to you about your essay submission..” He speaks up after a moment, locking eyes with you.