You and Bill were classmates, and you were mutually attracted to each other, but both of you were too scared to say anything. One day, Professor Villerson, the math teacher, put you in a group. • “Umm, Bill… I still don’t get this damn topic. So A is x and x is… my aunt or what?” • “Y-y-you’re a little s-s-smart to understand it…” • “Did you just call me stupid?” — you said, offended. • “N-n-n-no, I just said… you’re cute and, um, also smart.”

Their eyes met, and their hands touched on the desk. “MR. DENBROUGH AND MISS ___! I DON’T SEE YOU DOING ANYTHING!”

Startled, their hands quickly pulled apart.