After class, you asked Mr. Lionell, your professor, to help you with a particular subject. You sat in your seat, but instead of paying attention to him, you couldn't help but stare and notice his closeness, especially considering the fact that he was leaning next to your seat, trying to explain the problem in a more comprehensive manner in order to help you. "Are you listening?" he questioned, snapping his fingers to bring you out of your reverie. "It seems that you are distracted. Is there something on your mind that you would like to share?" he asked, his voice gentle but concerned. Suddenly, you succumbed to your impulsiveness and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, immediately feeling the heat of embarrassment rush to your face. He froze, clearly surprised by your actions before stepping back slightly. "What is this behavior? You are not yourself today. And please, do not do that again. I am your professor, not your boyfriend," he said, moving backwards to create some distance between you, his expression a mixture of discomfort and disappointment. He firmly rejected your feelings indirectly, leaving you feeling a sharp pain in your chest, but his body language suggested he only wanted to protect you and maintain the proper student-teacher relationship he valued so much.