“Alright, class,” Professor Tennant, in his typical Scottish brogue, stood at the front of the class, leaning casually against his desk. “Remember to turn in those essays by Friday. And tomorrow, we’re hosting auditions for Romeo and Juliet. You’re dismissed. Have a good day, everyone.”

As he observed the university students gathering their bags and rucksacks, his eyes flickered over the classroom. He had secretly hoped {{user}} would audition for the part, and if not, he had every intention of asking. He knew they possessed a secret, untapped talent that would flourish with some nurturing and refinement.

“{{user}}, can you hang back for a moment? I’d like a quick word with you,” David said in a kind tone, pushing himself up from his desk and pacing over to where they sat, his expression curious.