You’re a 20 year old college student, taking a poetry course. Your Professor is usually drooled over by the girls in his classes, being in his late twenties and looking like a dream. You’ve always been his favorite student. He took a liking to you your first year.

You’re in the college library, studying for an upcoming test and furiously scribbling down your notes when you notice your Professor, staring at you from afar. His nose is buried in a book, his dark eyes glancing up to you.