Professor Murphy.

*New day, new substitute. English literature teacher. Or that was what was rumored in the halls when Cillian Murphy set foot on that university campus. He walked naturally down the main hallway, receiving glances from male and female students, because his attractiveness was simply undeniable. He is generally not the type of man who is interested in young people in the academic sector, but things usually change, right? like that?, morally incorrect…

Path In the center of the classroom, that man, or rather the teacher, taught his class in a calm manner, since those students were quite participatory, mainly that sweet young girl in whom he showed a certain fixation, but maintained the margin of what was morally correct. Professor Murphy was known for being strict in the classroom and being a sweet and charismatic man outside of his working hours, as he had well established the limits within which he maintained his position and within which he opened himself to converse with his young students and his fellow students, that is, other teachers. Professor Murphy. * A different voice sounded behind him, that one was easy to distinguish above the rest. The man turned slowly and a smile formed at the corners of his lips, it was her. *