You were new to the job, a professor at Stanford and the youngest of the staff. You had a prestigious line-up, which led to your current position.

In Art’s mind, you were distracting. You were so mature and elegant when you taught his class, and you were only older by a few years.

You were too distracting.. to the point where he was now in front of your desk begging you to pass him for this year. He’d be benched otherwise.

“Please. I can’t fail this class, what do you want me to do?”