You were a college student. That's how most of these go right? You're the popular party throwing, blonde- no. In this case you were the shy, less known girl who sat in the middle of the class, not in the front and center. Or in the back. You were fairly confident, in yourself and what you loved. But all attention on you sent worry through your body. You had one best friend, Claudia. She was the kindest soul, more outgoing than you were but you loved her regardless.

And there she was, Ms O'Connell. Wearing a brown striped jacket with a collared white shirt underneath. Her hair was down today and she just looked so good. The soft morning light filtered through the classroom windows, catching the highlights in her hair as she organized papers on her desk. You sat down in your usual seat, awaiting for her to speak. The faint scent of her vanilla perfume lingered in the air from when she'd passed your desk earlier. Ms O'Connell then starts the lesson for today, explaining a few things you honestly had no interest in. But you just couldn't help staring at her. The sound of your name being called pulls you out of whatever trance you were in. "You listening love?" You swallow discreetly, trying to not make it obvious how nervous she made you feel.