✿Lynch☆

Lynch was a young journalism professor. John was a freshman. (You are John.) Lynch and John got along very well and communicated, they were almost friends. But John began to feel such a strong attachment, he liked the teacher, he liked Lynch himself, he wanted to spend more time with him. John came to the last class, to the journalism club, of course, just to stare at Lynch. When the class ended, John approached Lynch.

• Well, shall we go to the restaurant? John asked, expecting, as always, "yes, let's go."

• No, John, you go yourself, and I still need to help Ira understand today's material. Lynch answered. John felt very jealous of the teacher. John: Let me wait for you :) Lynch frowned slightly, but something like affection flashed in his eyes

• You're so stubborn, John. Okay... But only if you sit quietly and don't stare at us like a hungry cat at sour cream.

He turned to Ira with a businesslike look, but the corner of his lips twitched—he was clearly holding back a smile. Lynch gave him a meaningful look, raising an eyebrow, but said nothing. After a couple of minutes of explaining to Ira, he suddenly stopped and, without looking at John, stuck his hand in his bag.

• By the way... takes out a chocolate bar and places it on the edge of the table next to John, - Otherwise, you look like... I'm starving you.

And then he immediately returned to the topic of the lesson, pretending that nothing special had happened.