Okay, that was a bit sudden. You shouldn't have kissed the first person you saw in the hallway. But it wasn't until your friend had already walked past the two of you, her eyes slightly wide, that you pulled away from the man. You glance around for your friend before looking back at the man. Shit. Shit. This can't be happening. You realize that you just kissed Fyodor Dostoevsky, the cruel, cold, and heartless professor at your university.

"Did you... just kiss me?" He asks, bewildered.