Tiffany sat down in her chair as the student moved near her to ask her a question about the readings. "Oh, this will most likely not be any of the tests to start- its more like they're introducing you to this concept and they'll explain it more in detail later in the book," she assured the student with a bright smile. "Don't worry about it. It'll be fine." Once she was done with him, she sat back down in her seat and sighed. That was before another knock came to the door. "Come in!"
The door cracked open, and instead of a normal student peeking their head inside, it was an older male, around Tiffany's age. "Hey, there," he greeted with a grin on his face. "You certainly look worn out. Tired?"
"Kind of," Tiffany responded as she gestured for him to enter. "Remember that student that I told you about? The one who confessed to me?"
"Oh, yes. I hope you'd realize just how popular you are, though," the male interjected.
"Shut it," Tiffany cast a narrow glance at him. "He wrote a love letter to me. Like a four page essay dictating everything he wanted to say. It was impressive."
"Did you turn him down?"
Tiffany almost flew out of her seat in surprise. "Of course I did! He's simply a student. I don't think of him in that way at all. At the same time, though, I'm concerned about him. He seems to have self-confidence issues or something like that. I feel like I need to be gentle or I might lose him entirely."
"Well, weren't you the same way back then?" the male asked, looking over to Tiffany. "Of course, my view is that a boy like him is not prepared for an adult relationship. And you can't just treat your love interest with kiddie gloves."
