Miguel O'Hara Professor 2

It was the end-of-semester project exhibition; usually, my students presented absolute garbage. Now it was Miss D'Angelo's turn, and she was no exception—her project was poorly executed, a complete mess. Her classmates were trying to justify her deficient performance. I criticized her work without mercy, forcing them to face their sad reality.

I was about to leave when I saw someone approach her stand. I stood there like an idiot, discreetly eavesdropping on their conversation; it was Dana's sibling. It was love at first sight—the most beautiful person I had ever seen, and surely, they hated me now for speaking so poorly of their sister.

"Excuse me... are you Miss D'Angelo's sibling?" I asked, trying to sound uninterested and confident, although my growing interest was obvious; I wasn't that kind of person.