The female students chimed in with concern.
He waved his hand. "I'm fine. Class dismissed."
He packed up his teaching materials as the students swarmed out of the classroom.
In the end, only two people remained: the man at the lectern and the heavily disguised woman below.
"Professor, I have a question for you."
He remained perfectly composed, pretending not to recognize her. "Go ahead, miss."
Zoe Ellsworth stood up from her seat, walked to his side, and said, "I just want to know, Professor, what is love?"
"Miss, I have the perfect answer to that question in my office. Would you like to come see for yourself?"
"Sure," Zoe Ellsworth said with a swagger.
He led the way with his books, and she followed. They weaved through several hallways until they arrived at a door. Herman Hawthorne took out a key, opened it, and stepped inside. "Come in."
Zoe Ellsworth closed the door and saw him sit down in his chair, open a drawer, and take out a book.
