Quiet slam of books shutting, bags zipping, feet padding down the stairs of the lecture room.

Final class of the day, thank god. Penelope thought to herself.

She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and took a sip of her now watered down iced coffee.

“Hey..” A voice sounded from a bit across the silent room.

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She’d hope it would just pass that she’d ignore it, but that was not the case. The pair matched on Tinder last night, Penelope swiping in a sleep deprived haze, she didn’t even realize the girl was one of her students at first.

She did find her attractive, she’d never admit it, but it was obvious.