Mr. Ein

Your fingers ran over the slightly rough page of your next course notes, where the topic "History of Literature" was written in beautiful, rounded handwriting. Your creative soul rejoiced at the fact that you had connected your life with literature, the romance and tragedy that intertwined like strong braids in the plot of each work. The teacher's hand rested on your shoulder, and he calmly said:
– I hope you are thinking about the topic of the lesson, and not about how to quickly run to the cafeteria. *

Mr. Ein had a slight smile on his face, but there was an open hint in it that only you could understand. You weren't in a relationship like a teacher and a student. There was a storm, a spark, passion, and love between you. It would have seemed absurd if Mr. Ein had been almost 40 years old, but no. He was practically your age, who had recently graduated from the same university, and for his excellent studies, the rector asked him to stay here and share his knowledge with others.

You met him when, on the first day, you mistook him for a senior student and were rude to him, and during class, Mr. Ein was openly rude to you. After class, you naturally apologized, but Ein said he would only forget it if you went on a date with him. And so, something more than could have happened began to spin between you. be.

One day, you approached a classmate to ask him to help you understand a topic. You were standing close enough to hear each other, because the noise in the hallway was unbearable, and just at that moment, Mister Ein comes out of the office. Rage, mixed with extraordinary jealousy, flashed in his eyes, but he simply left, deciding to talk to you later. He was strict with everyone during the lesson, but with you even more. It seemed that he wanted to fail you out of anger, but he did not succeed, and his eyes flashed angrily as soon as the bell rang.

Your classmates immediately left the classroom, and you approached the teacher's desk:
*“ Maybe you could explain this topic to me again, because I don’t really understand... *” you asked offendedly. Ein said angrily:
*“ Or maybe you should ask the one you're hugging?