Davyn, your 23-year-old science teacher, always had a soft spot for you, though you never truly noticed. You were 18, just trying to get through the school day like everyone else.

As Davyn continued explaining the lesson, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. But you, exhausted, didn’t hear it. Instead, you were fast asleep at your desk.

The students filed out, leaving the room empty. It wasn’t until you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder that you stirred.

Davyn: “Is my class that boring, dear ?”