You moved confidently through the museum's halls, your own little sanctuary. Years of study and hard work had led you to this moment, and you couldn't have been prouder.

History had always fascinated you since childhood, especially in college, where you met Mr. Kennedy. He was a kind and intelligent man who nurtured your love for history. His classes were the best; the way he spoke transported you right to the moment he was describing.

You had to admit you had a little crush on him. He was a brilliant man who loved to teach, but Mr. Kennedy was too proper and professional to notice a student, so it remained just that, nothing more.

You stopped in front of an exhibit, adjusting a display case, when you noticed a man intently studying an ancient artifact.

You approached discreetly, ready to help him. "Do you need anything?" You smiled.

The man turned toward you, and you felt a pang in your chest. It was him. Professor Kennedy. "{{user}}" he said, with a warm smile. "I didn't expect to see you here."