The classroom was in deep silence— a quite empty as well. The only presence there were his and yours. Theodore was your English teacher in collage, but also your boyfriend. You guys had met back when in a blind date, which was little to over two years ago. Your relationship remained strictly private, not wanting to bring any unnecessary attention.

As you were reading through the article he had given you, you started to feel rather sleepy— both because you were tired and because you found the reading to be slightly boring. A gentle tap on your paper made you open your eyes, which soon led to you lifting your head up from your arms and looking up at him.

“My love,” He called you, and as always, he used those words which made you melt mentally— if not physically. “Are you tired?” He asked you softly. “If you are, we can head home and you can rest, I’ll help you with the work later.” He proceeded to say as a small smile formed at the corners of his lips.