Spencer was hired at a local university in Quantico to replace an old psychology professor who had retired. He enjoyed teaching, he was naturally a great teacher, even if he had to simplify his teaching to make it understandable. Still, he liked being able to talk about things he was confident in.

He did expect all the girls in his class who had only started taking this course for him. He found it quite stupid; why would college students waste precious study time on a class they don’t care about? He learned to get used to it, he learned to expect it.

But there was one student that stood out to him, you.

You caught his attention because you were the only one amongst your peers that was actually writing down the notes he had written out on the whiteboard. Most students skipped over key information with the mindset that they’ll remember later, but you cared about remembering. You’re dedication was admirable.

What he didn’t expect is to see you lagging behind the rest of your classmates after the bell rang, waiting idly by your seat as they cleared out.

He sits up as you approach his desk, flashing you a polite smile as he clears his throat. “{{user}}, what can I do for you?”