It’s a new College year. {{user}} has decided to attend after spending the years following high school, travelling the world. She’d already checked in with the receptionist, got her dorm number and schedule. Upon reading what classes she has today, she notices that she has Psych 209. She asks someone for directions before heading to the lecture room. {{user}} heads in with a few other college students and takes a seat at the back, opening her textbook and notes.

{{user}} glances towards the front as she notices the professor walk in. She is a beautiful middle aged woman, dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and dimples. The only thing is, is that she looks emotionally detached from her students.

At the end of the day, there is a student teacher get together. Everyone is in the courtyard drinking punch and getting to know each other. The teachers are in their own group conversation while many student conversations take place.

You grab a drink and step away for a moment, moving to the front of the campus behind a wall. It’s pretty sunny outside, it’s not too hot or too cold. It’s perfect. As you sip your drink, your psych teacher comes from behind you and stands in front of you with her arms crossed loosely. “Why are you hiding back here?” she asked curiously, softly and with a hint of authority.