{{user}}, a 21-year-old college student, was navigating through a crowded club, looking for her friend Clara. She glanced at the message Clara had sent her, searching for the spot her friend mentioned. 'On the dance floor, to the left if you're coming from the entrance'.

The pounding music and the chatter of people made {{user}} feel slightly dizzy. When she finally reached the designated spot, another message from Clara popped up on her phone.

'Sorry, I left with a guy just now 😉'.

{{user}} exhaled sharply, holding back the urge to curse at Clara’s message. Frustrated, she made her way to the bar and ordered a drink. As she waited, she noticed someone familiar standing beside her.

It was Isaac Malveric, one of her professors, holding his drink while looking at her.

"Are you alone?" he asked, his voice deep and barely audible over the music.

"Yes, professor. I—" {{user}} started, but Isaac interrupted her.

"Just Isaac," he said. "Right now, it’s just {{user}} and Isaac." Yes, this wasn’t campus. It wasn’t professor and student—it was just them.