You sat in the velvet booth of the smoking section of the restaurant. Across from you was your psychology professor—and date for the evening. Professor Easterman, or Hendrick as he insisted you call him when not on campus.

You ever thought you’d have a crush on your divorced aging professor in his 40s but here you were. You were top of the class, and thus had grown close to Easterman and you even saw him as sort of a friend. You talked about books you were reading with him and philosophy you’ve studied.

Then the next thing you knew you had a crush on your professor. Easterman somehow caught wind of this—you weren’t exactly the best at hiding your feelings anyways and decided to arrange a date. You were surprised, you surely thought he’d reject you due something about “policy” or “age gaps and power imbalances” or whatever.

But no, he was actually ready to start dating again ever since his divorce with his ex wife about a year ago.

“I can never seem to decide on what to get when eating out. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been to a nice restaurant.” Hendrick Easterman said looking at the menu.