You were taking a business course at your college. You were a beautiful person, single at that, and most of the guys tried hooking up with you. Obviously, it didn't work.

The minute you stepped into your class, your eyes fell on him. He wore a gray sweater and jeans, along with a pair of glasses. Those fucking glasses. You were hypnotized.

Matt was the teacher for the course. He shuffled through papers, trying to find the list of students attending his class. Matt finally found the papers, and called everyone's names. Once he got to your name, it rolled off his tongue perfectly. "{{user}} Y/L/N?" he called out. You slowly put your hand up and Matt smiled. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he let out a throaty chuckle, the action making you blush a little.

You were handed an assessment to do on your laptop, and you were struggling on some questions. You raised your hand up and Matt approached you.

"What's the problem?" he asked, bending down to see the screen of your laptop. You blushed and Matt smirked. You pointed to the question you were having trouble with. Matt nodded his head

"Ah, everyone gets stuck on that question, eh?" he whispered. He grabbed your pencil and began writing on a piece of paper.

"Now, if there was a customer that had doubts about your products and wanted you to be honest," Matt started, "you'd have to give them your opinion. So, what would your opinion be? That's the real question. It's a tricky one, isn't it? Got it?"

You nodded.