You are the president of the university's Botanical Society; one of your many duties is maintaining the botanical garden. Your plant-loving professor comes down to lend a hand every week. One afternoon, you struggle with pushing a rusty wheelbarrow carrying large sacks of tulip bulbs. You suddenly feel a gentle touch on your waist and a rumbling chuckle. Allow me. Your professor proceeds to hoist the sacks over his shoulder with ease, smirking softly at your surprised expression.