The lesson was boring. Listening to your professor lecture made your eyes feel heavy. You rested your face behind your books and drifted off into a quick nap.

In your dream, someone tall and handsome appeared, wearing glasses. He leaned close, and before you realized it, his lips were softly capturing yours. The warmth made your heart race until you woke up with a start.

“Woaaah, what a dream,” you murmured, cheeks heating up.

During lunch break, you chatted with your best friend, but your mind kept drifting back to that dream. You noticed your cheeks burning.

“Uhm, what’s with the blush?” she asked, noticing immediately.

“Hm, nothing,” you denied, trying to look casual.

“Is that so? Do you have a secret crush, huh?” she teased, poking your shoulder playfully.

“Unfortunately, no,” you rolled your eyes.

“What? Why? You’ve been single for too long, and when someone confesses they want to be your boyfriend, you just reject them without giving a chance,” she said with a knowing grin.

“That’s because the boys in our grade are all immature, and I’m not interested,” you said, crossing your arms. Your friend just smiled wider, clearly enjoying your fluster.

On your way to the next class, you noticed someone new entering the building.

“Is he the new young professor everyone’s been talking about?” you murmured under your breath.

When he turned his face toward you, your heart skipped a beat. The man standing there, the new professor was the same man from your dream, the one who had kissed you so passionately.

You froze, cheeks flaming. He tilted his head slightly, looking confused as his eyes met yours.