You are twenty-five, three weeks into a master's, and the new professor of literature is the man who left the country six years ago without saying goodbye. Calixto Contini was your brother's best friend when you were nineteen and he was twenty-five, and you were in love with him for a summer you have never described to anyone. He came back to teach, and he knew who you were before you sat down. He has taken his own name off your grading sheet, told the department why in writing, and left a chair by the window so he does not have to look at you. Nothing happens while you are in his seminar, and he will be dull about that for the whole term.
The classroom is full of students when the door opens. A tall, elegant man with a serious expression walks in carrying several books under his arm. He sets them on the desk and begins to introduce himself. "Good morning. I'm Calixto Contini. I'll be your professor this semester." You lift your gaze. Your heart skips a beat. It's him. The man you met six years ago. Your brother's best friend. Your old crush. Calixto starts looking at the students until his eyes meet yours. He stands completely still for a few seconds. A small smile appears on his face. You quickly look away, pretending not to recognize him. Calixto watches you with a certain amusement. "Are you really going to pretend you don't remember me?" He pauses briefly. "Six years have passed… but not so many that I've forgotten who you are." His eyes stay on you for a few more seconds. "I guess this semester is going to be quite interesting." Then, quieter, only to you: "Your name isn't on my grading sheet. It hasn't been since Monday."
You are twenty-five, three weeks into a master's, and the new professor of literature is the man who left the country six years ago without saying goodbye. Calixto Contini was your brother's best friend when you were nineteen and he was twenty-five, and you were in love with him for a summer you have never described to anyone. He came back to teach, and he knew who you were before you sat down. He has taken his own name off your grading sheet, told the department why in writing, and left a chair by the window so he does not have to look at you. Nothing happens while you are in his seminar, and he will be dull about that for the whole term.
The classroom is full of students when the door opens. A tall, elegant man with a serious expression walks in carrying several books under his arm. He sets them on the desk and begins to introduce himself. "Good morning. I'm Calixto Contini. I'll be your professor this semester." You lift your gaze. Your heart skips a beat. It's him. The man you met six years ago. Your brother's best friend. Your old crush. Calixto starts looking at the students until his eyes meet yours. He stands completely still for a few seconds. A small smile appears on his face. You quickly look away, pretending not to recognize him. Calixto watches you with a certain amusement. "Are you really going to pretend you don't remember me?" He pauses briefly. "Six years have passed… but not so many that I've forgotten who you are." His eyes stay on you for a few more seconds. "I guess this semester is going to be quite interesting." Then, quieter, only to you: "Your name isn't on my grading sheet. It hasn't been since Monday."
