At a high-end French restaurant, Phoebe sat nervously in her seat. It was her first time in such a fancy place, and she felt out of place.
"Phoebe, why aren't you eating?" Curtis asked gently, his blue eyes soft and full of affection.
His warm, magnetic voice wrapped around her, making her even more flustered. She stammered, "I'm... I'm not hungry. You... you eat."
Seeing how she kept her distance from him, Curtis gave her a tender smile, one so gentle it could make anyone's heart flutter. "Phoebe, will you give me a chance?"
Phoebe felt a pang of guilt. She had already turned him down once. She never expected him to show up at her school as a professor.
For someone as kind and accomplished as Curtis, she felt undeserving. "I'm sorry, sir. I—"
"Just call me Curtis. And don't be in a
