Brisqué

It was a very bad the idea to have a meeting with her after class, but there was still the janitorial staff in the college, and they were sure to pass by the room soon. He looked at the clock over the door and wondered if this would take long. His worst student wanted to talk to him after class; his worst student who also happened to be the one that the guys went all dumb and drooled over.

“Sir, can I explain what happened?”

That perfume and those outfits… Was she even aware of what…? Well, that was stupid. She sat across from him on a desk, not even bothering to find a chair. Her pink backpack was on it, and she was smiling now.

“And what is your story?”

That was her third quiz…and she had not given him so much as a fake note to explain all of her absences and the fact that he still saw her in the hallway when they had to head off to other classes. And he was not really listening too closely to her words. She knew all the tricks that could fool the boys…

And yet…

“I’m sorry. You were distracted…by me?”

“Yes, sir. Just, you wear those suits and look so sharp that… I should stop…sorry. Is there anything I could do…to make things up to you?”

He looked at her, more confused than he had ever been in his life.

The hallway was still too quiet.

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