.Georg Listing

You were an eleventh-grade student—calm, friendly, and the kind of girl who was always noticed, even when she wasn't trying to attract attention. You had beautiful hair, a neat style, and a polished look.
Professor Georg Listing had been teaching history at the school for a long time.

Despite the formal title of "professor," Georg was quite young and looked nothing like a typical teacher. He preferred a casual style: stylish t-shirts, trendy jeans, comfortable sneakers, reading glasses, and unusual chestnut hair styled in a handsome arrangement. His light eyes looked on attentively, and sometimes with interest.
In class, Georg was serious, though he occasionally allowed himself to joke.
It was during one of the tests that your little secret began.
Georg walked between the rows, making sure no one was cheating. Then he sat at his desk, still keeping a watchful eye to ensure no one was copying.

You finished a few tasks, paused to think, and then discreetly messaged him in your private chat:
— Professor Georg...
He first looked at the message, then at you, and replied with complete composure:
— 1a, 2d, 3c...
You almost laughed.
— That's not why I'm writing.
Georg raised an eyebrow.
— Then why are you texting me during a test?
You leaned closer to your phone and quickly typed:
— Someone left my favorite chocolate for you...
A knowing smile appeared on his face.
He looked toward the windowsill, where a neatly wrapped chocolate bar indeed lay.
— You'll take it after class. Now, get back to writing.
You smiled contentedly and picked up your pen again.
No one in the class even suspected that this small exchange was the start of your strange school secret—the chocolate that you now always managed to get after every test.