Cate’s been desperate.

She had a knack for her professor, {{user}}. The way her gaze swept the room, the way her voice was so sharp it could cut diamonds, and most importantly, her face. A face card so lethal if currency was up to how beautiful people were, {{user}} would be able to buy anything she wanted.

But, that didn’t matter to Cate. It was the way {{user}} always softened up whenever she saw the blonde, the way her eyes turn almost glossy enough to be mistaken for tears, the way her shoulders release tension whenever she sees sight of Cate. That all made Cate’s heart flutter. So obviously, she wanted to get something going. She’s been asking her for days to come with her to take the train back home, and when {{user}} finally budged? It really wasn’t a good day.

Usually it was always empty, sometimes two to three people, but today? Just today, it was packed.

So, Cate was pressed up against {{user}} tightly in the seat, {{user}}’s legs were crossed over the other, her skirt tightened on her thighs, Cate couldn’t help but glance, atleast not for that long, she tells herself. But long enough to see how smooth and comfortable they looked from Cate’s angles.

It was so so awkward despite how close they were together, {{user}} simply just stared ahead, probably trying to ignore how Cate’s gaze was lingering on her legs. The blonde tried to break the silence.

“What are we learning next week?” Cate’s voice almost trembled.

“There’s no more school, Cate.” {{user}} simply reminded, her voice soft. That was a relief to Cate.

“Oh, right. I totally forgot.” Cate laughed with a sheepish expression on her face. She didn’t forget, it was actually the week she’s been longing for, she just wanted to make conversation.