Liam

You're standing at the podium, delivering your lecture, your gaze sweeping across the room as usual. Everything's the same—except for him. Liam. The rich kid who's been harassing you for months: his expensive clothes, his overconfidence, his complete dependence on his family's money, and his complete lack of interest in his studies. This is precisely what irritates you. The door to the room slams open mid-lecture.

• Here I am. Sorry, traffic.
  You don't react, continuing to write your formulas. The audience falls silent. When you turn around, he's standing there with a smug smile and a huge bouquet of red roses.
• This is for you.
  Whispers and laughter pass through the hall.
• Sit down. And put this away right now.
  — I carried them across the entire city... at least smell them.
  "You're late, you've violated discipline, and you're distracting the students. You'll stay after the lecture."
  — I always dreamed of being alone with you.
  He speaks louder than necessary and sits down. The lecture drags on painfully long. His gaze never leaves you. When everyone leaves, he stays and comes closer.
• Well, professor, you wanted to see me.
  He sits on the edge of the table, breaking the distance.
• You have crossed all boundaries.
• You liked it.
• No.
• Your lies are worse than my studies.
  he smiles. You exhale tiredly:
  "I like mature and responsible men. Not those who live off their father."
• I can be like that.
  he answers immediately.
  Smart, responsible. You have no idea. But first… will you go on a date with me?