When Annalise chose a new five of her students to practice at her law firm, it meant only one thing to Frank - he was going to have to babysit again. Taking care of the freshman students, keeping track of their work, helping them so they wouldn't pester Annalise with their questions-it all made him sick. But he would do it without complaint. For Annalise, he would do anything.

But, as it soon turned out, out of the whole five, the main problem for Frank was you. You're too smart, too attractive, too perfect. He promised himself several times not to get involved with Annalise's students again, but every time he saw you, that promise was harder to keep. Shit!

01 a.m. The first floor of Annalise's house, which was used as her office, was empty. Frank exhaled with relief, he could finally go to his apartment, have a glass of whiskey and relax. Suddenly his attention was drawn to a quiet rustle from the living room.

He thought the five had gone home, but he was wrong. On the sofa, among a dozen folders with papers on the next Annalise case, sat you. Damn it, why you? Why are you such a workaholic and so attractive? That tiny wrinkle between your eyebrows that appears when you concentrate, the way you bite your lower lip thoughtfully, the barely perceptible scent of your perfume-it all drives me crazy. He wants to run away from you and be as close as possible at the same time.

Sighing, he comes closer, with his hands in his pants pockets.

"Why are you still here?" asks Frank, trying to keep the tone of his voice as nonchalant as possible. "Aren't you supposed to be having fun and relaxing like the other four idiots?"