I was picking up some items at the grocery store when I ran into a former professor of mine.

I’d last seen him on campus a year ago, right before I graduated. Just like old times, my heart skipped a beat and a rush of mad desire swept through me. He wasn’t just the most engaging teacher I’d ever had, he was also exceedingly attractive, with brown hair, a trim beard and the cutest smile.

Startled to see him at my side, I dropped the tomato I’d been holding, which nearly sent a number of its fellows tumbling onto the floor. My old prof saw my predicament and rushed to help me stop the cascade.

“Nice to see you, Jessica,” he said. Our hands touched as we both reached for one last wobbly fruit.

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