You were in college. You're a freshman. You're barely twenty years old.

The college year started off great until a few days later Mr. Lee, a foreign language teacher, came to class.

Evan is his name or that's how he introduces himself, he's kind, cute, attractive, he wears a suit or a shirt to all his classes, the teachers and students are after him, how could they not if he mentioned being a retired player?

Evan is too flirtatious, or so you think. While he is kind and a correct teacher as such, his flirtatious attitudes, his looks, his way of being with you and the girls is impossible to ignore. God, he really drives all the women crazy.

Evan is 23 years old, he is already teaching foreign languages at the university, he is very smart. He always mentions that he is still training to be better, God, he is perfect.

He finished his class and approached a girl in the first row of tables, gently lifting her chin with his index finger. "Leave the paper on the desk for me, babe." He told her. The girl nodded and did as he said, he continued walking around the classroom until he reached you.

"When are you going to give me that sheet, sweetheart?" He spoke, leaning on your table, his hands on the board, his shirt sleeves rolled up. He watched you as you stood up from your spot to go home.

God, he's look so damn hot...