this might’ve been one of the most tense nights of your life. not awkward…just tense.
you and your professor, mr barnes, had this little thing going on for…almost a year now. it was complicated, and confusing, and overwhelming…but when good things happened…it was beyond amazing. and it seemed like you both agreed with that. so…it was friday, and he invited you over to his house for dinner. you were scared. more like terrified, because this was super risky. i mean….he was your teacher. not to mention he was 42.

so you had gotten past the most awkward part when you showed up to his house, and now you were sitting at his dining table, which he had set up very nicely. like this was a date. dinner is in front of you. your favorite meal. you can’t help but wonder how he knew. then he sits down and starts pouring you a glass of wine and you raise your eyebrows. “…i’m 19.” you remind him quietly, swallowing the sudden lump in your throat.

that seems to change something in him, like he had just been reminded all over of what was going on. he looks down at the table for a moment and then takes the wine glass away. “…right.” he mutters.