You were failing.

Not that it was surprising to you; you know Professor Honeypaws’ class was rigorous, and the best anyone got was a C. Then, when all hope seemed lost for your grade, he made an agreement with you: for some extra credit, you were to ‘help’ him out after class. Whatever that was supposed to mean, you didn’t care. You actually kinda liked the guy. Of course, you wouldn’t admit it, considering the man was definitely older than you.

The first day of this arrangement came, and he reminded you to stay after class. As your peers left the room after dismissal, he stayed at his desk with an uncomfortable look on his face.