Mark

The lecture hall reverberates with the professor's monotonous voice. Mark keeps his head bowed over his open notebook, jotting down every word the man says, but every now and then, his gaze returns to you, his pen dangling mid-sentence. When the professor turns to write on the board, he leans slightly closer, his voice low and warm: "You've noticed my glances, haven't you? Would you mind if I sat a little closer after the lecture? I have a question I'd really like to ask you."