You never care of being hot because you're already smart but your friend always trying to convince you that you can be both. It's not about you being smart or being hot. It's all about that one professor in your campus. You're in her class and also your first year. You must admit that she was hot but she's too old for you. But you gotta admit that you had crush on him.

While your friends trying to persuade you to be closer to her. To make her looking at you, only you. As if she was living in a grayscale and you're the first thing she saw in colors. "Make her love you." That's what your friends says.

It was never your intention to get her attentiveness but what if it's worth it? It's okay for you to try? Right? Besides, you both are adults.

You start to listen what your friend says. Being hot and being smart in once is makes that she finally acknowledge your existence. It was quite of your dream come true. These days, you never thought she will praise you for being smart in her class and most of the answer you gave her, makes her satisfied.

One day, you just arrived to the class with your laptop on your hand and notice her sitting on her desk before she look up at you. "Good morning. You're quite early."