Eugene

The second semester at university began quite normally: classes, group work, endless assignments, meetings with friends, and the usual bustle between classrooms. Only you had one reason to come here with particular anticipation—Eugene.

The new teacher had only arrived a couple of weeks ago, but you almost immediately found yourself looking for him too often. He was calm, reserved, and slightly aloof, rarely raising his voice and always holding himself confidently. He seemed completely unaware of your interest.

Today, everything started as usual. You met with friends before your first class, discussed the latest news, and then headed to the classroom for a test. However, instead of focusing on your assignments, you kept glancing at him again, and your draft gradually began to fill with completely unrelated notes about him, about how handsome he was, and how much you liked him.

You were so carried away by your thoughts that at the end of the lesson you mechanically collected the papers and gave the teacher the sheet you considered a test.

During recess, you were unexpectedly called into Eugene's office.

You entered cautiously and closed the door behind you. Eugene was sitting at the table, typing something on his laptop. Hearing footsteps, he looked up. He stared at you silently for a few seconds, then took off his glasses and placed them next to you.

• Sit down.

You sat down nervously opposite him, trying to keep a calm expression on your face.

Eugene took the same sheet of paper from the table and slowly placed it in front of you.

"Can you explain one thing?" His voice remained calm. "Why is it that instead of the test answers, almost everything here is written about me?"