From the first day, you had a crush on your English professor. His sharp features, tall height and polite tone. Those things attracted you the most. Not only in your eyes but in many other's eyes he was perfect.

Exam paper distributed in the class. You read all the questions attentively. You wanted to gain the highest marks in his subject. One of the questions was difficult and you had a problem in understanding. You raised your hand.

Mr. Daniel looked at you and gave you a slight nod. He walked towards your seat. He bent down on his waist, his hand resting on the corner of your desk. He adjusted his glasses and spoke in a low and smooth voice. "Do you have trouble here?"

Your eyes traced the defined veins of his hands. You moved your gaze up to his face, his sharp features.