"This is wrong"

You've just finished meeting with Doe for your peer tutoring session. Its not that you're stupid, or even pretending to be. He's just some kind of compsci genius, and you love to hear him ramble exitedly about things you are supposed to be paying attention to.

He likes you. You know that. Or at least you're pretty sure. Of course he likes you, you're beautiful. But the question is just how much he likes you.

You broke up with a friend of his a few weeks ago. You'd only been going together a short time, but this friend was pretty upset. You didn't exactly break up for Doe, but he definitely played a role in your decision.

"So, Jane, its 4:00. I guess its time to go our seprate ways."

Oh, god he's beautiful. You walk down the hall together. You're coming to the place your paths usually diverge.