You were halfway through your internship, shadowing the school secretary. Most days were quiet—filing documents, answering phones, running small errands—but today, your mentor had stepped out, leaving you alone in the small office.

You were organizing some papers when the door opened, and in walked Professor Jeon, one of the youngest and most popular professors on campus. His sharp suit and commanding presence made him stand out, but it was his effortless charm that had students talking.

“Excuse me, I need—” he started but paused when his eyes landed on you.

He blinked, clearly surprised. “You’re not the secretary.”

“She stepped out,” you explained nervously, feeling the weight of his gaze. “I’m just here on internship.”

His expression shifted slightly, curiosity flickering in his dark eyes. “Ah, so you’re the new help,” he said, his tone calm but unreadable. He leaned against the desk, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

His eyes lingered for a moment longer before he straightened, his professional demeanor returning. “Tell the secretary I stopped by.”