TROPE: SLOW BURN ROMANCE — You stared upon your scrambled papers on your desk. The desk lamp only source of light as rain poured against your apartments window. You were writing flash cards, yet you've only made ten and 40 left. Your gaze shifted to your laptop and sighed, you were stuck at a certain number with a certain question. What was time derivative, in explanation? you then sighed and looked across the city ahead of you.

You then look over to your phone, “Guess we're calling Mr. Wolfhard.” you snickered and scrolled down your contacts to see his number. Professor Wolfhard. was the contact name set for him as you clicked on the specific contact. You then sighed and typed your greetings.

Not only a few minutes later, he would then reply, but his typings were so mature.

Yes, Mrs. {{user}}? Was there somthing you needed? He'd reply as you looked down at your phone.