Professor F

Chapter 7: Cleaning Tables

"I—It's okay." She answered, faintly, almost like a squeaky voice with her eyes wide looking at her hot neighbor’s handsome sweaty face. She cleared her throat when the lift dinged on their floor.

He stepped aside and said, "After you.”

She nodded and stepped outside. She walked towards her apartment like a robot. And she noticed how her hands were shaking as she tried to find her key in her purse. “Crap!" She mumbled.

"I think you dropped this." That familiar voice said as he approached her, with a door key in his hand.

She didn't realize she dropped her key because she's so nervous and determined to escape his intimidating presence.

"Are you okay?" He asked casually.

She nodded and took the key from his hand. "T—Thanks."

"Look," He said as she was putting the key to the hole. "If it's because of my hand brushing against your leg earlier, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch you. It wasn't intentional. I wouldn't do it to my student." He raised both of his hands.

So, he remembers that I go to the same college? College of engineering?

She looked up and met his gaze. For the first time, she was able to see him up close.

Damn! He looks more handsome! And without the glasses!

doesn’t want to creep him out. Besides, he glares at her whenever she finds herself staring unintentionally. It’s not her fault if he’s so good to look at! “And I'm not

your interview. And your name is on my class list for the coming school year." He smiled. "I'm sorry. It's the uhm—" He paused, looking uncomfortable of what he's about to say as he scratched his cheek.

alive! How could this guy give her that cute smile without warning? I want to punch him right now! He's got eidetic memory?!

"I hope I didn't scare you or something." He looked at her hand on

this time I'm under the impression that he's a snob and a total jerk like what she's heard from those engineering students! But why

to get the key and puts it

you... P—Professor." She

"You can call me Flynn when we're not in class. Besides, I feel so old when being called Professor, you

them. Just how young is

"I'm only

he graduated high

dropped. ”Y—You can call me August

a liter of water once I get inside my apartment! My hot neighbor-professor

He walked backwards

the same time. She closed the door behind her and leaned her back as she

screwed!" She uttered under her

attracted to my young, hot, handsome, intelligent

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