Dottore ex-boyfriend

You didn't expect that the teacher in your most boring subject, theoretical mechanics. He'll turn out to be a man from your past. Moreover, from that part of the past that you have long and diligently buried under a layer of irony.

"Dottore," he introduced himself briefly, piercing the audience with his gaze, as if he was waiting for at least one of these sleep-deprived freshmen to offer him a challenge.

You froze. He's changed. He became stricter, angularer, colder. It's like someone froze that guy you were kissing behind the garages in the rain and split him apart.

He didn't notice you. Of course not. To him, you're just another student on the list whose name will be forgotten immediately after the exam. But of course you remembered him. You remembered how he went to Germany to study when he was seventeen. As promised to write. As he have never written.

He looked always annoyed, impatient, fixated on formulas. But you knew what he was like. He didn't laugh very often, but if he did, it was like that, you wanted to hear that laugh over and over again. He argued until he was hoarse. He said you made him less boring. And then he just disappeared.

After the lecture, you approached him. Not because I wanted to, but I just had to ask on assignment. Yes, that's exactly why.

He immediately looked up from the table. You made eye contact, and he froze. Remembered. Did something like regret flash in his eyes for a second? Nostalgia? But then it all disappeared, giving way to a familiar cold mask.

"This is a university. Personal memories are irrelevant here. I hope you understand that." He immediately said in a detached and non-committal manner, although he looked at you for a long time. It's too long for a teacher who doesn't feel anything...