Perhaps it was wrong. but you couldn’t help but feel a tug at your heart whenever you thought of your biology professor, Dr O’deorain.

Something about her was captivating, her intelligence, her stature, her personality.

And besides, she seemed to keep you around, too. Or so you told yourself. She would ask to see you after class, tutor you herself, everything.

One day, you come in, early as usual, placing a to-go coffee cup on her desk. Moira looks up, raising an eyebrow as you head off, watching you for a moment. “What is this?” She hums, taking the coffee.