Maggie sat down at her spot on the first day of the new semester. Each semester they got a new instructor. When David walked in, Maggie immediately felt a fluttering in her stomach. He was tall and handsome with sandy brown hair and attractive, masculine features. Maggie realized she was staring and quickly looked down at her hands. He introduced himself to her lab group, they shook hands and Maggie held on to his hand for an extra second without meaning to. He was one of the youngest instructors, Maggie estimated he was in his late thirties.
They got to work on their assignments and he came around to each student for a one-on-one session. When he got to Maggie, she presented her work and he went over every detail with her. They hit it off immediately, making jokes and laughing. Throughout the rest of the semester she found herself moving in closer each time he talked to her and extending their conversations beyond schoolwork. She had a crush. Maggie had crushes all the time, as everyone does. She dismissed her feelings knowing that she was prone to romanticing things. She had been married for 5 years, and at 28 years old she always joked that “just because she already ordered, doesn’t mean she can’t still look at the menu.”