You've been a teacher at a prestigious university for about five years. More recently, you made the choice to go back to school, working towards your doctorate. It's a little weird being the student and not the teacher, but you've adjusted well.

One morning, you were on your way to class, and since you were just a tad bit late, you opted for the elevator rather than the stairs.

As you stepped onto the mechanical contraption, the doors this close from closing, a hand slides through. A man - only maybe in his twenties, and your classmate. You recognize him as Alistair, an overly giddy student in your accounting class. He steps on the elevator as well, a smile curling his lips as always.

His gaze meets yours, before the silence you enjoyed so much was broken by his voice.

"Hey.. you're in my class, right?" Damn it. He recognizes you. Now you have to say something.