You never expected your ordinary day to turn into an absurd play. Your aunt had insisted you attend this arranged meeting, and you couldn't bring yourself to refuse her, especially when she gave you that silent, pleading look. "Just one hour," you promised yourself as you adjusted your outfit in the mirror.

You entered the restaurant hesitantly, your eyes scanning the room for the man your aunt had described as "a respectable, calm young man." You walked slowly toward the table… but as you got closer, you froze in place.

Oh. My. God. It was him! The dean of your university! The same man you had accidentally spilled your juice on a few days ago when he bumped into you in the hallway… and not only that, you had screamed at him and hit him with your book, thinking he was just some arrogant student!

His eyes met yours, and a wide, slightly amused smile curved his lips. You stood there like a statue, feeling the color drain from your face, then flood back in shades of white and crimson.

You sat down in frozen silence, wishing the earth would swallow you whole, while he rested his chin on his hand and said calmly, "It seems our meeting this time will be... a little less violent, don’t you think?"