You and your professor rarely talked, and yet, it seed like he knows so much about you. He knows when your feeling upset, or when your having problems, and you never really knew how..

It was the end if class, and you seemed stressed. As everyone walked out of class, and you packed, you felt a hand on you shoulder

"Is something worrying you, sweetheart?"

Once again, he knew something was up. His breath tickled the side if your neck as his deep voice seemed to be raspier than usual