[inquisition]

“You’re the light of my life. Please don’t go.”

“Am I trying to science this show, again? I am, aren’t I?”

                her attitude soon shifted once he mentioned it being his class , brows arching as she clears her throat , a tad bit flustered by how she’d addressed her … teacher ? she adjusts her appearance , smoothing out any possible creases that’d formed in her pleated plaid skirt , tugging up at the figure - hugging fabric of her fuzzy , tight cream sweater , though her efforts of covering up a little more were to no avail . not that she was all that bothered .     ‘  ah , well . you see , i didn’t know you were my teacher , sir . otherwise i would’ve addressed you a little more … professionally ? & i’m minhee .  ‘     minhee by day , cherry by night . she teeters off towards the desk in the front row , laying her book out before her chin rests in the palms of her hands , chewing mindlessly on the end of the pen .     ‘  you don’t usually teach my class , do you sir ?  ‘     she tilts her head back to look up at him , toying with the pen between her teeth , her legs crossed beneath the desk . 

“There’s no need to keep calling me ‘sir’ unless it happens to be something you’re into. But I’d say I’m at least ten years your senior, so maybe you should call me sir; however, Professor Moon will work just fine with me.” Roman moves to set his material for the upcoming class onto the large desk at the front of the room, gaze raising to the female who was speaking once again. “I’m not the normal teacher, no. I actually mostly teach high school students but your professor needed a favour at the last minute and I wasn’t busy so I’m subbing for him. Is that a problem, Minhee?”

               ‘  are you in this class , too ? i feel like i’d recognise you if you’d been sat in my lessons this past month … but if you’re looking for someone to steal notes from , i’m not the girl you should be copying off of .  ‘     she was stood with her books pressed up against her chest , the ample cleavage of which was peaking out over the v - line of her sweatshirt as her gaze flickers up & down his physique , hoping & praying that he was in her class & that he wasn’t just on campus for some other reason . 

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With every passing second, the living thought of her friend had died and brought him to replace the dull spot of her long day. Meeting new people was always a goal, an ‘A+,’ even but with a man of his imagined stature left Laliana in state of awe. ❝You’re such a gentleman, although I can’t be much better than you,❞ in which it was true. It wasn’t everyday the woman would come across a man looking this good and seemingly want to make an initiative to talk more without verbal cues but the good old use of body language. ❝Did you by chance want grab a cup of coffee or something? To add to our little– meeting? If you’re up for it.❞

“I’m fairly certain most people that know me would disagree with you on me being a gentleman; sure I look like one but most of the time I’m... well, I’m an asshole. And honestly that’s just the way I like it. As for coffee,” he smirked, he never stops smirking though this time he finds his own words amusing, “It’s cliche and it totally never works as a real date but I quite enjoy coffee and I’m sure you look even better in an atmosphere of people too dull to think of something better to do than sit in a coffee shop alone.”

Once his name fell into the air, it held as much strengh as did his voice. It almost surprised her– then again it shouldn’t have. With a man like himself in such a confident stance. His entire image almost made the female swoon– if she were any other woman that is although to some truth, Laliana did swoon internally. Though she would never admit it, at least not now. ❝Roman.❞ She lets his name slip once then twice, finding a small glint of pleasure of doing so. ❝I appreciate the compliment and honestly–? I see potential growing in this– friendship. Pleasure is mine though for meeting you.❞

“Well I’m glad you’re agreeing with me on more than one topic, Laliana.” Roman mused aloud, and although part of him was disappointed in her use of the word ‘friendship’ it gave him some hope that he’d at least be able to look at her more, be able to study her features and admire her beauty without looking like too much of a creep. “No one’s ever as nice to say it’s a pleasure to meet me, so I thank you for that. Though it’s quite a better pleasure meeting someone such as yourself.”