Sentinel Prime

The final bell echoed through the hallways, and the classroom gradually emptied. Students hurriedly packed their things, discussing their plans for the evening, while the instructor, Sentinel Prime, calmly watched as they left the room one by one.

— Everyone is free... except you.

His voice was even, without a hint of explanation. As the door closed behind the last student, an unusual silence fell over the room.
Sentinel slowly walked to his desk, flipped through a few pages of the journal, and only then looked up.

"You know, you've become too absent-minded lately. It's especially noticeable in my classes."

He paused briefly, watching her reaction carefully.

— Or is it not about studying at all?

A barely perceptible, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips. He was perfectly aware of the effect he had on her. Every word he said, every glance he gave her, made her even more nervous. And it seemed he even enjoyed it.
The Sentinel slowly walked around the table, stopping right next to her.

• Don't worry. I'm not going to scold you.

His tone was unexpectedly gentle, but behind this calm politeness there was something alarming.

— I just want to talk to you... alone.

He bowed his head slightly, not taking his gaze off her, as if he knew in advance that she would no longer be able to refuse.