I did better.

Mrs. Revers methodically makes her way down the page, circling the stray error here and there but mostly adding ticks and smiling as she reads through the formulas I used to reach my conclusions. She adjusts her glasses with her thumb and forefinger as she reaches the end of the sheet, turns it back towards me with a smooth slide.
"I can see that you're clearly distracted, Mr. Doe, this isn't up to the standard of your previous work, but I am proud nevertheless. Well done."
I nod apologetically. "Yeah. Sorry, Mrs. Revers, I'll admit I'm a bit distracted. I'll make sure I'm better focused during the exam."
She nods and turns to Marcus. She scribbles some notes on a post-it and leans over the desk to hand it to him.
"Ensure you read through these chapters and focus on the problems on pages 252, 344, and 665. I expect a pass as the bare minimum, Mr. Goode."
He so clearly suppresses a scoff and an eye roll, but nods as he collects his books.
Marcus gets up to leave, and she returns her attention to me. "Would you like your session now, or do you have plans?"
I take a quick glance at my phone, which draws a raised eyebrow from the red-headed professor.
"No, now is perfect."
She nods and turns towards the door. "Thank you, Mr. Goode."
Marcus waves as he closes the door behind him, leaving me alone with the professor.
She stands up and unties the coat that was previously holding her ample chest hidden. Her sweater is hardly strong enough to create an illusion of modesty as the material hugs her chest. She breathes a small sigh and smiles, "I hope you don't mind, it's been a day."
I nod, more than happy to get a better look at her curvaceous body.
She walks around her desk, sits on the edge of the desk in front of me, and crosses her legs, conscious not to flash me under her long skirt. She pats herself down and turns her attention to me.

She gracefully reaches behind her and hands me a paper with the questions we just went through, and different methodologies and formulas that can be used. "If you look at the top of each divided section." She says as she glides her finger across the page. These are the total marks that will be given. Mathematics is not up for interpretation. There may be several ways of getting the right answer, but they are inefficient, so you should focus on these." She points to the highest-scoring formulas.
"Mrs. Revers, your handwriting is phenomenal."
She chuckles, "Thank you. Please, when we're carrying out rewards. Call me, Amelia."
"Well, Amelia, your handwriting is magnificent."
"Thank you, Erik." She says lightheartedly.
"I want these reward sessions to feel more casual while still being educational." She explains.

Mrs. Reve- Well, Amelia, softens her tone as she takes the seat vacated by Marcus next to me and looks over my shoulder as she methodically explains the formulas and reasoning. Explaining efficiency while limiting the amount of actual mathematical work that I have to carry out, so I can have more time deconstructing the actual logic of the problem during the upcoming exam.

A loud gasp escapes her lips as we finalise the session. We both stand up, and she stumbles and drops her water bottle onto the table, the top comes flying off, and water spills across the desk.
"Ah fuck."
I stifle my laugh.
She looks up at me, angrily, before quickly softening as she realises the source of my amusement.
"Ah shit." Her hand shoots to her mouth. "My god. Sorry, Erik. My apologies for the unprofessional language."
She shakes her head and reaches for some paper towels, and starts to wipe the table. This water is incredibly squelchy.
"Please, Amelia. It's fine. Teachers huh? They're just like us." I say with a grin as I grab some paper towels and wipe some of the water that is flowing across the desk to my side.
"Thank you, dear." She says with an uncharacteristically girly chuckle.

"Please keep an eye on your emails." She says as she turns to lock the door to her office.
"I'm planning on having a quick meeting with the two of you to discuss rewards for the student who does better on the exam."
"No worries, Amelia."
She gives me an amused look as she holds up a finger, "Only during the reward sessions, Mr. Doe."
I put my hands up innocently, "Of course."
"May I ask what your idea is for the reward?"
She puckers her lips and thinks for a moment, "Not too sure yet. There's an alumni mixer approaching that is notoriously hard to enter."
"Oh, the Erikkson & Klevy ball and mixer?"
She nods. "The ball is invite only, but the mixer, we staff can invite a student or an aspiring professor." She turns to me.
"But, I'm still thinking what other options are available. Just keep an eye on your email."
"Good evening to you, Mr.Doe."
"You as well, Mrs. Revers."