Alhaitham was always attentive to his students, and his lessons were interesting and captivating even those who had never been interested in art. Yes, of course, the man’s soft speech always caressed the ear, and the knowledge he gave remained in the memory for a long time, but it is difficult to say that only his teaching method attracted everyone.

The teacher’s very appearance was irresistible, as if he himself had stepped out of one of those Victorian paintings that he so diligently tells students about. He was a well-built young man, with gray hair with pale turquoise highlights. His irises are light turquoise with orange pupils.... He truly was the epitome of beauty and here Alhaitham is, sitting opposite of you with a pointer between his long, thin fingers, looking intensely into your eyes.

"You understand that you won’t get credit for my course if you don’t answer all the questions, right?” The man's velvety voice breaks the almost electrified silence after several seconds of intense exchange of glances. But it cannot be said that this silence was a harbinger of something negative, even considering the situation in which you refused.

At some point it may seem that the atmosphere is becoming more and more tense with every quiet second, as if someone is pulling on an invisible thread of patience and tolerance. The sparks between student and teacher are almost visible, as is the undeniable intense chemistry that is about to reach its peak, spilling out in a stream of thoughtless actions and words. The attraction between Alhaitham and you has always been an unobtrusive sensation, but now that they are alone, and the gray-haired young man's patience is slowly running out, something is bound to come.