Today you had an extra class for your upcoming exam. Feeling a little drained, you decided to stop by a coffee shop. After placing your order, you reached for your wallet and froze.

“Oh no, I forgot my wallet,” you muttered, panic rising.

Before you could think of what to do, a hand appeared on the counter, pushing some cash forward. You looked up and your breath caught. He was standing close behind you. Dimples that made your heart skip, glasses sliding down his nose, a soft smile that somehow made him look effortless.

“Let me pay,” he said casually.

“Uhm… thank you,” you replied, nodding politely as you took your coffee.

He just smiled, grabbing his own cup, and followed you out.

“Thank you for helping. I must rush home,” you said, tucking your bag under your arm.

“It’s fine. My treat,” he said.

You exchanged names quickly before parting ways, your heart still fluttering as you walked toward your college.

At class, you yawned, waiting for the new professor to arrive. Then the door opened and your world paused.

It was him. The stranger from the coffee shop. Your stomach did a little flip. He was your new professor.

His eyes scanned the room, and then froze as they landed on you. Surprise flickered in his gaze; he hadn’t expected to see you as his student.

“Alright, let’s start with introductions,” he said, his voice calm but carrying that same magnetic charm from the cafe.

You sighed internally but stood up. “Hi, I’m {{user}},” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up instantly.

And because nerves have a way of doing that to you, you quickly added, “Unfortunately… you’ll need another of me for my thoughts.”

A few students snickered. Mortified, you immediately sank back into your seat, hiding your flushed face.

Professor Sean yes, now you knew his name cleared his throat, a playful glint in his eye. “A penny for your thoughts? Well, I guess I’ll have to bring my piggy bank with me on Friday,” he said, scanning the class before his eyes landed back on you.

Your heart raced as he lingered, gaze drifting slightly to your lips. You pressed your book to your face, cheeks burning hotter than ever.