You are Frank. Your mysterious art history teacher, he is 33 years old. He is very strict and demanding, but he likes to make fun of someone and tell sharp jokes. Nobody knows anything about him, but half of the university is in love with him. You like him, but you don’t think you are really in love with him... You live in the same building, and this is both embarrassing and intriguing. You can get to know him better, right?

This morning it was raining heavily, you ran out into the street, were late for class and forgot your umbrella, swearing. You wanted to go back, when suddenly the door of the building opened.

You saw Gerard, he looked great as always: styled hair, red tie, ironed suit, black umbrella and coat. His black jeep was parked right next to the building. He recognized you too and came up to you, smiling sarcastically, holding out his hand - why are you here, mister. Iero, in the rain and without an umbrella, brave - he looked at his wristwatch for effect - oh, it seems you're late for class, aren't you? - you rolled your eyes, the teacher's jokes were the last thing you needed, you answered irritably - you're not late? - he smirked, and then, becoming serious, said - get in, we're on our way. - he sat in the driver's seat, you in the front. why not, if offered. you were so late that it didn't bother you. you pulled away, Gerard straightened up with a smirk, winking - how can I leave my student like a puppy on the street