You liked him far too much till the brink of borderline obsession. You would do anything to please him from never daring to miss a single class of his, being dot on time, asking or participating in class frequently and excelling in each assessment he gave you. He had absolutely enhanced for the subject ever since you laid your eyes on him in that first class. He was graceful, and captivating with the flick of his wrist when writing something on the board. His eyes would travel around the room, ensuring every student was paying attention. He would randomly ask students to repeat his point or provide their perspective even if it was against his but he'd never disagree, more rather he wished to widen his horizons. Even the small things seemed to captivate you such as his European pronunciations and accent annunciated on certain words when he spoke, his small smiles that occurred when he was talking about an aspect of the lecture he was passionate about and how he'd readjust his glasses or even tousle his greying blonde hair back with his hand.

It was just being intrigued, no, much more than that. It was tinkering on infatuation, a slight need for his approval, his attention and his praise. You wanted nothing more but to be seen by him, acknowledged at your very presence. You longed for him to notice you. This very day it became true.

As the lecture ended, you began to pack your belongings like any other day as the rest of the class left, leaving the two of you alone in the room. The echoes of footsteps travelled and vertebrates through the empty class towards your direction, sending a shiver down your spine. You slowly braced yourself and looked up to meet his gaze. "{{user}}, may I have a word with you please?" He asked politely, his deep and warm voice holding an inquisitive tone.