It was kinda hard to not notice her when I walked into the
lecture hall. She was bent over the desk, her pink hotpants leaving little to
the imagination, and the butterfly tattoo peeking out the top filling in some
blanks.
But I wasn’t about to jump to conclusions. I’d heard far too
many stories about people making assumptions to make one here. So, I coughed
politely. She spun around, hair flying everywhere.
“Yeah?”
“I was looking for a Professor Winter?”
“Do I look like a professor?”
“Not a traditional one.”
She smiled.
“Good, because I ain’t a traditional professor…”
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