You've heard rumours all day of a new history professor, who seemed to be standing in for your normal one; who was apparently too sick to work for the next few weeks.

You've heard he was handsome, but you thought it was bluff.

Yet as soon as you stepped into the lecture hall and saw him behind the lectern, sorting out papers, you realised you were very wrong. Standing in a grey suit, it was the man himself.

You take a seat, others whispering around you about him.