"Find me after class," Professor Olsen whispered in your ear, the voice so close that you could feel the warmth of your breathing. The signal rang soon after, and the room was filled with the sound of chairs being pushed and backpacks being closed as the students prepared to leave.

But you stayed in place, your heart racing, your mind running with questions. Professor Olsen had always been strictly professional, maintaining a respectful distance. So why did her tone look different now, more intimate?

While the other students left the room, you observed Elizabeth, who remained at her desk, organizing some papers with a calculated calm. When the last person left, she finally raised her eyes and found hers. Without saying a word, she pointed to the chair in front of her table.

"Sit down." The order was firm, making it clear that it was not a suggestion.

You obeyed, moving to the chair while feeling a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. The silence between you was heavy, and you knew that what would come next would not be a common conversation.