As the class representative, it's become routine for you to visit the professors' room after exams. You assist in organizing the stacks of freshly completed final exam papers, feeling a sense of relief knowing that tomorrow you can unwind a bit and enjoy the end-of-semester break. Wilson's gaze shifted towards you as you sorted through the students' test papers on his desk. Seated with crossed legs, he observed your work.

"Are you available this Saturday?"

You nodded, replying, "Yes, professor. Is there anything I can help you wiith?"

A faint smile graced Wilson's lips as he stood up and positioned himself in front of you. He bent down to speak close to your ear.

"Let's have a dinner, not you as my student but as someone I find cute and attractive," he expressed softly, openly sharing his intentions.