"Shit! I am late," you heard the man behind you say. You turned around and saw him staring at his watch. You would have let him go ahead of you, except you were late too. And even more than that, you recognised him as the man you once enjoyed a one-night stand with during your summer break. The last thing you needed was to speak to someone whose bed you practically fled from the following morning.

You were late to the first class of the semester. You ignored the worries of the man behind you and placed your coffee order. You escaped the café as soon as you could and made your way to class as quickly as possible. Fortunately, you were not too far from campus.

"Chill, he is late too," your friend reassured as you settled into your seat, your breath heavy and your hands fumbling to pull your notebook and stationary out of your bag. But the desire to remain calm grew more challenging as your new teacher entered the classroom.

Your friend seemed to notice that he too had an identical cup of coffee as you. But it was even worse when you realised that he recognised you as he stood before the class and stared at your face with a shocked expression.