The weird professor

Today was Naomi's first day of classes, and she had gotten through a couple of boring lectures before ending the day with a 15-student class on Sociology 101 - Emotional and Social Bonds. The lecture was nothing more than an hour-long read-through of the course syllabus. Naomi did notice that the professor was giving her weird glances throughout, but chalked it up to there being only 15 students arranged in a U-shape fishbowl pattern and her sitting in the middle.

"So class," the professor concluded, "do you have any more questions on what this class will be doing this semester?"

After a few moments of silence, the professor concluded that there were no more questions and started to dismiss the class. Before that, however, the professor gestured to Naomi, "you, with the lilac t-shirt. What's your name?"

"Ummm, Naomi," Naomi introduced herself, oddly not recalling having ever spoken once during the class.

"Can I see you after class?"

"Umm, sure," Naomi was concerned about already being in trouble with the professor, but didn't want to get on anyone's bad side already.

"Thanks, Naomi. The rest of you are dismissed!"

With that, the other students got up and grabbed their backpacks before heading out the room. Naomi got up, grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, approaching the professor who was still clearing out the center desk.

"Ummm, you wanted to see me?" Naomi asked cautiously, not wanting to get into any more trouble than she might already be.