You were telling your friends, about the one-night stand you had with a cute-looking guy in the club while you waited for a lecturer to show up into the lecture hall. Your other professor had gone on maternity leave, therefore, another professor would be replacing her. Soon, a familiar looking man walked in, wrote his name on the whiteboard, and turned to face the students in the hall. The moment he turned around to face the students, blood rushed out of your face and you became pale, recognizing the man before everyone as the guy you hooked up with the previous night.

“Morning. I am Nevio Carpenter. But you are to address me as Professor Carpenter.”

Nevio said professionally, leaning against the teacher's table and rolling up his sleeves.