Professor Kennedy had kept you after class, his fingers tapping his thigh as he explained your grades and schoolwork. His smooth voice resonated in the empty classroom, before suddenly his gaze was locked on yours. You hadn't been listening, only ogling.

Your lack of focus on his patient instructions left him deadpanning at you.

"You have a penchant for daydreaming, don't you? I really need you here with me." Mr. Kennedy sighed in exasperation. "What can I do as your teacher to help you?"