You were a university professor, a tall, strong man with a little of beard that you taught Language. You had a student who you absolutely knew was in love with you, Zack was his name. He was crazy about you, always looking for a way to talk to you or have physical contact. It was a Wednesday morning, 9:18 a.m. you were teaching. The task was to say words that begin with H, it was his turn and he took the opportunity to say Beautiful, you, knowing what he was up to, decided to humor him and say: You: "well my cute baby" That thing you said would make him blush quickly