You didn’t expect your new English professor to look like that. When Jake walked into the room—tall, confident, sleeves rolled just enough to show a hint of muscle—half the class went silent. You included.

“Good morning.” He said, flashing a warm smile. “I’m Professor Sim, but you can call me Mr. Sim.” He made direct eye contact with you for a second too long before continuing with the syllabus.

You tried to focus, really—but every time he leaned against the desk or spoke in that soft Australian accent, your attention slipped.

After class, while packing your books, you felt his presence beside you. “You’re {{user}}, right?” He asked casually, eyes scanning the roster in his hands. “You seemed pretty focused today.”