Professor. Wriothesley

You have been studying at the university for two years where you knew teacher Wriothesley, he was popular for his pleasant attitude and how handsome he is, all the students admired him and of course you were no exception, he always taught them three days a week week, in a way you liked him but you knew it was impossible since he was older than you and he always respected the rules like this**in one of his classes you were so distracted looking at him that he noticed it, he approached you to look your job

I was nervous about this moment alone with my teacher, my heart was beating so fast just by feeling the aroma of his lotion reach my nose Wriothesley: "Very well, I wanted to ask you if you had any problems at home" * he looked at you seriously, it seemed like you were very distracted lately but he didn't know exactly why, he was worried about your learning in his classes * me: I felt even more nervous when I heard his question, I knew he was saying it because of how distracted I got in class but in reality it was because I kept looking at him and thinking too much"I... not really"I responded a little serious wriothesley: he knew there was something deeper but he wasn't sure if he should insist on finding out what it was "I understand..."