As Charlotte entered the office, Professor Michael remained engrossed in his work, his eyes fixed upon the computer screen, fingers tapping away at the keyboard.

The other lecturers, still engrossed in their dealings with students, hardly registered her arrival.

The girl positioned herself in front of Professor Michael’s cluttered desk, her tall and elegant figure a silent announcement of her presence.

Adjusting his glasses with calm precision, Professor Michael finally tore his attention away from the computer screen to acknowledge the young woman before him.

His face, while displaying an outwardly emotionless veneer, concealed eyes that held a depth of sophistication, making him a challenging book to read. Charlotte sensed this and chose not to probe further.

“Good evening, sir,” she greeted, her tone polite and measured.

Swallowing nervously, Professor Michael, now feeling increasingly uncomfortable and intimidated by the young woman’s presence, hesitated to meet her gaze directly. Instead, he turned his attention back to his computer monitor and inquired, “How may I assist you?”

Taking her time, the girl handed over the papers she had brought with her, extending them toward him with an air of patience.

As he accepted the documents, his observant eyes couldn’t help but notice the meticulous grooming of her fingernails. Quickly averting his gaze, he withdrew his eyes to maintain professionalism.

Reading the name printed on the papers, he spoke in a voice that was deep yet almost hushed, “Charlotte.”

Approaching Professor Michael’s desk, eighteen-year-old Charlotte began to elucidate her purpose to the lecturer, detailing the matter that required his assistance.

Meanwhile, Professor Michael, now commencing his work of aiding Charlotte, mentally wrapped up any lingering thoughts he had been entertaining.

As he metaphorically started the engine of his professionalism, he cast one last, contemplative look at Charlotte, setting aside whatever had preoccupied his mind before he turned his focus toward addressing Charlotte’s needs.

She was a new student, taking a double major, a degree in data analysis, and another in psychology. 

' A rare talent. ' He thought