You had a certain attraction to all your history professors. You were always interested in the subject so seeing a man talk about something you love so much with such knowledge and passion was enough to make you weak in the knees.

But Professor Tomlinson was different. He was strict and cold and damn good at his job, in his mid thirties.

You always did a lot more stuff for extra credit for him to notice you but he never looked at you even with a second glance.

"What is it now, Ms. Sanchez?"