He quickly patted down his clothes and pushed his glasses up—his fingers combing his hair back when he heard the knock at his door.

He knew it was you because he invited you over to his office to chat while he graded exams—he was aware this was risky since then he wouldn’t be focused , but it’s fine… he’ll just go over them again later.

“How’s it going,” he said a little nervously, smiling as he held his hand out, “I hope you weren’t busy with anything… marking’s a pain, some company would be great.”