“All right. You can go.”
One afternoon, my friend Sarah laughed and said,
“That man definitely has his eye on you.”
I laughed too.
But something inside me went cold.
Because I had already noticed something else.
Professor Hayes often watched me from across the university courtyard.
Not in a normal way.
It was as though he were searching for something in my face.
Once, I even saw him talking on his phone.
As I walked past him, I heard him quietly say,
“Yes… it’s definitely her.”
I barely slept that night.
The following week, things became even stranger.
When class ended, everyone left.
I picked up my bag too, but he said,
“Emily. Wait.”
By then, I was tired of it.
“Professor, if there’s a problem with my grade, you can just tell me.”
He looked at the clock.
