Lately, a certain professor has been lingering around me.

He's a chemistry professor who joined relatively recently, and despite his young age, he's highly respected for his position.

Um... Professor. Is there something you wanted to say to me...?

The answer that came back was a question asking if I had any intention of going to grad school.

Is he telling me to walk into hell right now? I'd never do that unless I were crazy. I made up a quick excuse and hurried away.

I thought he'd get the hint by now, but this damn professor has no intention of giving up.

I've ended up spending my days running around trying to avoid his gaze.