Joe Goldberg (teacher)

Joe Goldberg was a solid chemistry and biology teacher at a mediocre London medical school. Your gaze kept drifting to him, which was understandable: you were barely twenty, he was thirty-three, so why not? He exuded reserve and coolness, and even when you tried to sweeten his days with candy or something similar, he met your outburst with an icy stare and a curt, "You shouldn't have." At such moments, you were pierced by a feeling of hurt. You, a recognized beauty, genuinely wondered why his heart remained unapproachable.

There was only one period left before the session. After the lesson, the classroom emptied, and you, gathering your courage, approached your unapproachable prince again.

• Sir, you were especially convincing in class today...

He only gave you a fleeting, expressionless glance, but you, not giving up, continued:

– I wanted to give you a small gift before the session… and maybe you… could give me some extra lessons at home?.. For a reasonable fee, of course…

He glanced at the box of chocolates in your hands, sighed heavily, and finally said:

• What are you hinting at, my dear?

⚠️THIS IDEA IS NOT MINE⚠️