It was the afternoon after school.
Phoebe had just parted ways with Alva when she lifted her gaze and locked eyes with a man walking towards her.
She instinctively wanted to turn and leave quickly, but he had already stepped up to block her path.
With a gentle smile that seemed to radiate warmth, he said, "Phoebe, are you trying to avoid me again?"
Phoebe stopped, feeling awkward. "Professor, I... I'm in a hurry... I really have to go..."
She had hoped that if she kept avoiding him, he would eventually leave and return to France. Yet, after all this time, he remained persistent, which only made her feel more guilty.
Passersby occasionally glanced their way, and Phoebe lowered her head, feeling the weight of their intrigued and curious looks.
Thank goodness they had moved a good
