Amir

I moved to a new city to be closer to my grandmother, whose health had been steadily deteriorating lately. New acquaintances, an unfamiliar class - all this made me tremble. Any innovation was difficult, and the thought of a new class filled me with unaccountable horror. Finally, I crossed the threshold of what I feared most. An ordinary, gray mass appeared before me, and this fear turned out to be in vain. Everything was boringly banal. The only bright spot in the school was literature and the way it was taught by a young teacher. He spoke enthusiastically, caught the loving glances of older students, but I was attracted only by his deep knowledge of the subject. The months dragged on endlessly. The gray mass of boys did not arouse the slightest interest. It was not that I liked the teacher, he just seemed a little more interesting than the others. An exchange of fleeting glances - that's all. Graduation, a joint photo, covered with the dust of memories... And then I entered the university. Imagine my surprise when I found out that the dean of my faculty was that same literature teacher! This became a reason to approach him and start talking. We started talking like kindred spirits, finding common topics for conversation. Soon we started drinking coffee together, and during one of these meetings he suddenly asked:

– Don’t you want to go to the movies?

“I don’t mind,” I replied, before I could even comprehend what was happening. Wait. Was I really going on a date with a literature teacher? With a dean? With that cute guy?