A lunch...date?

Aimee’s P.O.V

The day had been an absolute whirlwind, and let me tell you, nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for what happened next. Picture this; me minding my own business, trying hard to forget the trash fate had thrown my way, when out of the blue, Mr. Professor—yeah, that stern, seemingly untouchable guy—decides to drop a bombshell. Lunch invitation. Oh, you bet I had to double-check my ears to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. “Lunch? Are you serious?”

He nodded, his expression sincere. “Absolutely. I know I messed up earlier, but I’d like the chance to make it right.”

Usually, I’d be all about jumping into a new adventure, but this? This was different. This was like playing with fire, or walking on a tightrope. I mean it’s not every day your professor first flirts with you in some party, and then ask you to grab a bite to apologize for being an ass, right? There’s that whole student-teacher dynamic to consider, a set of unspoken rules that hung over us like a dark