Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Ssshh..."

The classroom erupted in a collective gasp of surprise.

"Owen? As in THE Owen?"

"Uh! How many Owen do you think are at Kingswell University?"

"...Fair point."

"OMG! It's actually him teaching us? This is... this is just too cool and too hot to handle!"

Humans are visual creatures, after all.

Seeing something pleasing invariably draws admiration, astonishment, and praise.

Mamie wasn't an exception, but the more she looked at this professor, the more familiar he seemed... "Hey? Roseanne, isn't that the guy who stopped you outside the cafeteria the other day?"

"Mhm."

"Whoa-so he's THE Owen?"

Roseanne looked puzzled. "You don't know him? He was one of the interviewers for the graduate program."

"Uh?" Mamie scratched her head. "Wasn't there, only knew Edna."

"That's odd... Edna wasn't there when I had my interview... Were you interviewed in the morning or afternoon?" Mamie: "Afternoon."

was in

"Oh, I see..."

seemingly connecting the

correctly, Hertha also had her interview in

wasn't there in the morning but magically appeared

news about Edna's team purchasing a CPRT measurement device with

why Hertha was recruited by

A walking ATM,

introduction and

a light grey shirt, with rimmed glasses perched

alone

Suddenly-

may I ask

student spoke up

Owen: "Go ahead."

and accomplished," the student began with a flattery, "but you're from the Physics department. Can you

replied, "First

Life Sciences

you don't have to worry about my

elicited laughter across the room. Roseanne couldn't help but

but also develop a research mindset and logic, thinking about problems from a research perspective rather than

teacher feeds you."

of thinking are interconnected. And that

I have