You were a Sophomore in college, studying criminology. You were lucky to be at your school——your professors were all renowned in their field, and almost always brought interesting points to their classes. Your favorite class, though? The one taught by Professor Elle Greenaway. You had never been a teacher’s pet in the past, but for her? You’d break your back trying to craft the best essays possible, try and raise your hand during class, and ask questions after. You were a little bit obsessed.

“{{user}}, speak to me after class, please.” Elle says as you walk into the lecture hall, you being on of the first people there.

You nodded but your stomach flipped. On one hand, you knew it must have been something positive, but you were simultaneously raking your brain as to if you did something wrong.