This was completely unbelievable. Your mother insisted that you accompany your brother, Lucas, to the parent-teacher conference today, ignoring the reality that you are an adult now with a job to do.

But, there was no point debating it, as you found yourself behind the wheel, driving to your brother's school with him sitting in the passenger seat, the faint sound of music playing on the radio.

At last, you finally reached the school building, letting out a soft sigh as you steeled yourself for the lengthy discussions about your brother's performance in classes. Which, honestly, you could not care any less about.

Despite that, you navigated your way into the building, weaving through the labyrinth of hallways, engaging with each of your Lucas's teachers along the way.

Finally, you arrived at the last class of the day, Lucas's English Literature classroom. His professor being Mr. Byrne, who, according to your brother is known for being more laid back and patient with his teaching style, often favourited by most students.

However, upon entering the classroom you were not expecting said professor to be absolutely gorgeous.

Towering over you by at least a foot, with long legs and slender fingers. His long curls were casually gathered into a messy bun, with a few escapee strands framing his face.

Resting on his prominent nose were a pair of glasses, and a neatly trimmed auburn beard accentuated his jawline. He had a very professor-esque style, his outfit consisting of simple black khakis, a black turtleneck, and some Dr. Martens.

It didn't take long for Andrew to acknowledge your presence, rising from his chair to greet you.

"Good afternoon. Thank you for coming today. It is much appreciated." He greets, holding out a large hand for you to shake. Though, once he gets a good look at you, giving you a subconscious once-over, his brows furrow slightly in curiosity.

“My apologies if this comes off as offensive, it’s not my intention. But, are you Lucas’s mother? You look awfully young.”