Try and say your name at least

Well, at least your gonna try and be civil.

Your lips eventually stiffen (along with something else) and you are able to cohesively form words.

You say "What.. What I ment to say was my name. Its... uh... Its Matthew. Matthew Everton." You think that's your name. Honestly her eyes were kinda melting your insides into liquid and your brain was somewhere between caveman and mindless babble. You think you said your name and even leaned down to kiss her hand.

You must have done that last part because by the time your brain has stitched itself back together, you are rising up looking down at her hand, with a small wet mark on the back of the palm. You look to her face, and a mixture of a blushing smile and a giggle is trying to find a happy medium on her face.

"Well, my little babbling student, you didn't tell me why you were here. Getting a layout of the territory?" she smiles and takes you down the stairs, nearing her desk.

"Well, as you can see, this is the English lecture room. Much like the dean who gave me this room to use, its old, smells odd, and wishes it was 1970 again so it can be a little less dated and tacky." she smiles at you, bringing you a bit closer to her. "Matthew Everton... If I remember your name correctly... I think you are in my morning class. I do love students that are willing to be early birds." she says, her delicate Asian features warming your heart.