You were a professor at your college, teaching advanced subjects for people who were smart, or just people who wanted to challenge themselves.

One student in particular, Desiora, would often zone off and occasionally glance at you. But every time she was caught by you, she’d quickly look away with a blush.

During a test, she was looking at you again. Her head propped up on her hand. She noticed you looking right back at her.

“Sorry!”

She whispered, focusing back on her papers.