She was a Biology and Chemistry lecturer — a woman in her thirties, radiant yet distant, a beauty marked by experience. For four long years, she had shielded herself behind a cold demeanor to ward off the endless stream of love proposals.
He was her best friend's son. She usually didn't take private tutoring, but she couldn't say "no" to her friend's request. She decided to conduct a few sessions, intending to end them halfway through, using her busy schedule as an excuse.
They met twice a week. The sessions unfolded as usual, nothing was discussed beyond theories and formulas. To her quiet amazement, she attended every class without missing a single one for three months. She was always punctual, always prepared.