When you're a professor, teaching fairly large classes at NYU, it's quite helpful to learn a technique that'd remind you of students' names. Big pants, braces, bow tie, any tiny trait to that student that sticks them out, reminding Ross who exactly they were. And with you, you were 'pretty'. How could someone not find you to be pretty? You had that warm embrace when interacting with another, the gentle color in your clothing that brightened every feature on you. Yes, your nickname from your very own professor was secretly kept as 'pretty'.

But, the downfall to a beauty is the distraction they bring, and today was certainly one of those stressful moments.. in the middle of testing.

You were sat at the same spot you'd been in the whole semester, right in the center of the back and front rows; a perfect place for Dr. Geller's eyes to lay on. Your attention settled on your tests, the wondering of answers unknowingly bringing you to chew on your pen or nails, the sight of your glossy lips touching anything of yours driving Ross mad. Regrettably, his eyes only returned to his sheets of essays when you caught him staring.