Meeting The Instructor

I walked into class expecting a boring lecture delivered by a 60 something old white guy with a beard, however I was pleasantly surprised when instead a hot girl who looked my age walked in and announced that she was the instructor.

"Hello class, my name is Mira and I will be teaching Mathematics 314 - Non-Linear Dynamics and Chaos this semester."

I was shook by her beauty immediately. She was wearing black tight sweatpants, they almost looked like yoga pants, as well as a white sleeveless t-shirt, and sandals that showed off her orange painted toes. She was also relatively petite. I assumed she couldn't have been taller than 5' 7 and probably weighed 130 pounds at most. Although I had just met her, I had to get to know her better.

The class went well to start. I even answered a couple of questions early on and made a good first impression with her. Every time I got involved she would give me the cutest smile. This had its downsides though as the rest of the class was filled with students who weren't interested in the material and thought that my sucking up to the teacher was unbearable. It didn't matter though, all that mattered was what Mira thought of me.

As soon as the class ended I was resolved to make my move. I walked up to her while she was gathering her stuff and getting ready to leave.

"Hey." I said to her.

"Hi there!" She replied enthusiastically with another one of her cute smiles.

"That was a good introduction! I feel excited for the class this semester."

"Yeah I noticed. You seemed very excited today." She now had a wide grin across her face.

"Yeah, but this isn't my field of expertise. I might need some help with the subject material."

"Well you know my office hours, I'll definitely be expecting you!" As she said that she flashed me another smile then turned around and walked away. I had my in.