It was the day after their final exam. Professor Overa had told the class that if they wanted to, they could come in to ask any remaining questions they had about the course, or the test. As expected, only ten or so people showed up that day—the rest were on their way home to vacation.
Lena sat in the fifth row, her gaze intent upon the professor. She wasn't here today for anything class-related, which was unusual for her. No, the class was over, and all she wanted to do now was to drool (secretly, of course) over the professor.
The class was winding down now, and students trickled out of the room, one by one, after they had each asked their questions. Lena hadn't asked anything. She didn't come today for any questions. Even during regular class, she didn't ask a lot of questions. She was shy, and if she had questions, she would ask them after class.
It was kind of better that way—she got individual attention, the professor would elaborate more, and she got the chance to be close to him, if even for a few minutes.
As the last person in the class left, Lena realized that if she suddenly got up and left now, it would quite awkward, seeing as she hadn't asked anything yet. So she decided to go down the stairs to where the professor was (the classroom was in a stage-like arena with stairs), and thank him for the class.
She mustered up some courage, and headed down the stairs. The professor was looking at his laptop, and didn't seem to notice her until she was a few feet away.
"Hi professor, I just wanted to thank you for this class. I really feel like I've learned a lot in these couple of months, and broadened my knowledge of math." Lena said, suddenly becoming aware of how soft her voice was. She was nervous. Oh crap I wonder if he can tell I have the hots for him.
She looked into his clear, grey-olive eyes, and imagined herself running her hands through his grey, tousled hair. Yes, he was quite a bit older than her, perhaps in his forties, while she was just only turning 20.
"Oh, that's good to hear. " His voice came out low and husky, with a strong touch of an European accent. "I was actually worried that in such a condensed course, some students don't learn as much."
"No, it was a great class," Lena reassured. Ok should get going now, before he notices how sexy I find him.
"Oh, thank you. I'm sorry, what's your name?"
"Oh it's Lena, sorry, I hadn't introduced myself all those times in office hours." Great he doesn't even know my name. Why hadn't I introduced myself? There is not a chance anything can happen between us if he doesn't even know my freaking name.
"Ah, Lena. Sorry, I have a bad memory, and I don't remember all of my students' names. I--" He stopped, as he accidentally knocked down a pen on the table.
It landed a few inches from Lena's feet. She bent down to pick it up, and suddenly remembered that she was wearing a semi low-cut top. When she stood back up to hand him the pen, she saw his eyes had wandered over to her breast area.
Lena felt her face flush, and Professor Overa, who suddenly looked at her, turned a bit red in the face as well. They locked eyes, and for a brief moment, Lena saw a flash of desire in his eyes. Really? Could he possibly want me?
