Lily POV
“Sir?”
I enunciated staring at him.
“I mean,” he cleared his throat quickly. “I’d like to see you excel, because I heard you’re a good student and I know if you apply yourself properly to your studies, you’d do much more than you are doing now.”
“Oh!” I nodded, “Thank you Professor. I won’t fail you; I promise.”
Without another word, he gathered the rest of his materials and walked out of the classroom, leaving me standing there wondering if I'd imagined the entire awkward moment.
By 2 PM, I was standing outside his office door, my notebook and textbooks clutched against my chest. I knocked tentatively, uncertain whether our strange interaction after class had changed anything about our tutoring arrangement.
"Come in," came his voice from within.
