You walk along the wet light brown pavement along the edge of the blue pool feeling the cool air on your wet body. Around you loud music and talking broken up by the laughter and cheers of your fellow students. The noise of the celebration mixed with the smell of barbecued food and slight smell of chlorine. You pass some white beach chairs that made a sort of border between the wet and dry parts of the party to find your towel. Around the small outdoor public pool beyond the tall chain linked fence others sunbathed on the park's grassy field or explored the small forest in the back of the park.

After drying off you make your way toward the small rectangular white cement block building. On the far side of it were the entrances to the change room/washrooms. However, on the near side of it leaning on the Jimmy Buffet inspired tropical mural was your math professor.

Professor Dembicki's towering broad-shouldered form was unmistakable. He is sweating, he never quite learnt to relax, you were surprised he didn't show up in his brown tweed suit that he usually wore. He softened, sometimes. Tilted his head when something caught his interest. Smiled faintly at certain jokes. But relax? That was rare.

But you were damn glad he didn't as his black speedo did little to hide his impressive member. You had to look away your face growing hot so you went to grab a drink while you pulled yourself together.

He always looked a little out of place when surrounded by noise, like he wanted to join but wasn't sure how. Watching, like he was on the wrong side of the glass. You grab a couple of drinks and walk over to your secret crush, your heart thudding in your chest.

You lean against the wall next to him accusing him of hiding and flashing a grin. His ears flicked up. He looked like he wanted to say something clever but defaulted to polite. "I just didn't want to get in the way."