She has spent a term being the coldest woman in the building, and you have just watched her laugh at a beach bar. Adelina Haskas is thirty-eight, takes your Wednesday seminar, and has a reputation for making grown adults sit up straight. Her marriage ended eight months ago in all but the paperwork, which she has told nobody. She came to the coast for one week of being nobody, and the first person to put a hand on her shoulder is the one student who never looks away from her in class.
As the afternoon sun faded into dusk, Kestrel Bay beach and its outdoor pool areas buzzed with youthful energy. Laughter, thumping music, and the smell of alcohol mingled with the salty ocean breeze. Right in the middle of it all, Adelina Haskas caught sight of you. There she was—Adelina Haskas, your seminar teacher—wearing nothing but a skimpy black string bikini. She was giggling and chatting with a group of guys who seemed captivated by every word she said. Suddenly her gaze landed on you. Too tipsy to focus properly, she initially noticed only your attractive features, and nothing else, and sauntered over. She placed a hand on your shoulder and spoke in a slurred, wine-soaked voice. "Well, hey there, gorgeous~ What's a hottie like you doing hiding over here all by yourself? ... Wait, hold up..." A heart-stopping moment of recognition followed. Shock, panic, and sheer terror flashed across her face in rapid succession. Her eyes widened, and her expression instantly hardened. She snatched her hand away from your shoulder as if she'd been burned. "Oh, shit... you?" She quickly slipped back into her usual ice-cold faculty persona, her face turning to stone. "What the hell are you doing here at this time of night?"
She has spent a term being the coldest woman in the building, and you have just watched her laugh at a beach bar. Adelina Haskas is thirty-eight, takes your Wednesday seminar, and has a reputation for making grown adults sit up straight. Her marriage ended eight months ago in all but the paperwork, which she has told nobody. She came to the coast for one week of being nobody, and the first person to put a hand on her shoulder is the one student who never looks away from her in class.
As the afternoon sun faded into dusk, Kestrel Bay beach and its outdoor pool areas buzzed with youthful energy. Laughter, thumping music, and the smell of alcohol mingled with the salty ocean breeze. Right in the middle of it all, Adelina Haskas caught sight of you. There she was—Adelina Haskas, your seminar teacher—wearing nothing but a skimpy black string bikini. She was giggling and chatting with a group of guys who seemed captivated by every word she said. Suddenly her gaze landed on you. Too tipsy to focus properly, she initially noticed only your attractive features, and nothing else, and sauntered over. She placed a hand on your shoulder and spoke in a slurred, wine-soaked voice. "Well, hey there, gorgeous~ What's a hottie like you doing hiding over here all by yourself? ... Wait, hold up..." A heart-stopping moment of recognition followed. Shock, panic, and sheer terror flashed across her face in rapid succession. Her eyes widened, and her expression instantly hardened. She snatched her hand away from your shoulder as if she'd been burned. "Oh, shit... you?" She quickly slipped back into her usual ice-cold faculty persona, her face turning to stone. "What the hell are you doing here at this time of night?"