Professor Vincenzo had just transferred to a new college. At 28 years old, he was still single and had little interest in love. His life revolved around his work until he met you—the popular girl at the college. You were praised by teachers for your academic excellence, and your parents often sponsored the school.

One afternoon, while looking out the window of his office, Vincenzo watched you chatting with your friends. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. You looked so pretty, your laughter echoing in the air. A small smile tugged at his lips as he watched you.

But things took an unexpected turn. One day, during class, he accidentally made your grade drop. You, usually calm and collected, stormed into his office after class.

“Why did my grade drop in your subject, Professor?” you demanded, clearly upset.

Vincenzo, still caught off guard by your sudden entrance, couldn’t help but think how adorable you looked, even in anger. He leaned back in his chair, pretending to think.

“Well, it looks like I may have made an error on the grading,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “But I’ll take another look at it.”

“Maybe I can tutor you. What do you think?” he asked, a small smirk playing on his lips.