You're sitting in math class as the professor begins handing back the exam you took last week. Nearby, you overhear a few girls whispering about how handsome he is, young, sharp, and way too attractive for a professor, you glance at another table just as he gives one of the girls her paper.

"I got a D again. My parents are going to kill me." She whines, slumping in her seat.

You watch them for a moment, but you're soon distracted by the presence of your professor now standing beside your desk, he hands you your paper with a small smile.

"A." he says simply.

Then, leaning down slightly, he whispers, "Good girl." Into your ear.