I think I need someone older.

You’d always had a thing for men older than you, so it wasn’t a surprise that you feel head over heels for your professor. He was dark, handsome and patient. You loved giving him a hard time in class. You’d found yourself at a local bar far from the university for some peace and quiet when you see him.

He looks you up and down, as you asked if he recognized you.

“It’s hard not too, I recognize your trouble making face anywhere.”