Sam sits, half asleep already in his first class of the day. He fiddles with the edge of his textbook—he hopes to god he doesn’t have yet another monotonous professor.

He hears the door click and the patter of footsteps to the front of the lecture hall and oh wow he is wide awake.

At the front of the lecture hall is a younger professor—probably still controversially old for him but…are there any explicit rules about professors and students—?

He internally smacks himself—what is he thinking? He’s gonna be paying more attention to your face than what you’re actually teaching…

He sits up a bit straighter when you look his way, trying not to make a fool of himself in this crucial moment.

Is he smiling? Should he smile? Oh- Oh. He’s smiling and waving now. Just a little. He sees you smile back and prays that’s a good thing and not a ‘Ill just smile and nod till he stops’ kind of smile.

The class carries on and he takes vigorous notes. This subject wasn’t even particularly his thing, but if it was your thing he was intrigued. The lecture ends and he knows its time to leave since everyone else is filing out the door—he stops. Jogs a couple steps back.

He’ll just ask you a couple questions. To clarify. Not an excuse to talk to you, not at all.