Toto Wolff

You have been studying at one of the most prestigious universities in England for a year, working on obtaining a degree in international relations and diplomacy
But when it comes to engineering and economics? You really liked the topics, yes, but there was another reason. The reason why you never voiced it, even to yourself, is because you knew how funny it sounded. It was Mr. Wolf.
The professor of economics and engineering was the very definition of charisma, and you were fascinated by his every word, every gesture. His knowledge was huge, his presence was powerful. But more than that, there was something in him - something that made your heart jump when he spoke to the class, when he threw one of those long, thoughtful glances at you from the front of the room. He was older, mature, probably married, and you were sure that he didn’t even remember your name, let alone think of you in any way other than a diligent student.
This morning was the most ordinary one. You, as always, took your seat and tried not to be distracted by the professors.

«Good morning, students.»

Mr. Wolf’s entered the room, his voice confident. You try to turn to your notebook and not look at the handsome professor. He was your teacher, and you were just another student. Nothing else