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

in the afternoon and even asked

there in the morning but

about Edna's team purchasing a

was recruited by Edna was pretty

A walking

stage, Owen finished his introduction and was ready to

light grey shirt, with rimmed glasses perched on his

alone screamed

Suddenly-

may I ask you

up from

Owen: "Go ahead."

a flattery, "but you're from

"First

compliment. I originally studied Life Sciences before switching to

assigning substitute teachers, so you don't have to worry about my expertise in this

laughter across the room. Roseanne couldn't help but

graduate students, you should not only focus on the knowledge itself but also develop a

teacher feeds you."

discipline, the patterns of thinking are interconnected.

I have a question-Are you