My Handsome Professor

"Good morning, Section A star class," a baritone voice woke their slumbering minds. They all stood up simultaneously and greeted in return, "Good morning, Sir."

He gestured for them to sit, "sit." Then he placed his belongings on a small table in front of him. "I know everyone doesn't know me here, so let me introduce myself. I am Pietro Salvacion, your new professor in the subject of Philosophy. I'll give you all one hour to interrogate me and introduce yourselves."

Trattacia raised her hand, "Sir, you look very handsome. Do you have a girlfriend already?" She asked, making others giggle.

The professor chuckled and scratched his chin with a half-smile, "Seriously? I'm married." He then showed them his ring, which looked like an infinity ring.

Most of them gasped and congratulated the professor.

"Sir, do you have any children?" Another student asked.

Professor Pietro sat at the desk before answering, "Yes, a 2-year-old."

"Maybe you can bring them here sometime, Sir?" suggested another student.

Jasmine raised her hand to ask, "Sir, may we know the name of your lucky wife?"

"Hmm, I can't, but I can tell you our callsign. Do you want to know what?" He teased.

His classmates quickly answered, "Yes, Sir!"

"We both call each other 'babe.'"

"Wow! Hope all, Sir!" exclaimed the students.

Robert raised his hand, "Can I ask something different, Sir? How many years have you been teaching?"

"I'm a licensed professor, but this is my first time teaching. But, I'll make sure all of you will learn."

"Are you guys going to introduce yourselves?" Jake suddenly asked.

They nodded and began introducing themselves until it was Bianca's turn.

She smiled sweetly and said, "I'm Bianca Martin, 18 years old," then took her seat.

The professor raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you going to tell us, or me, your hobby? Your favorite?"

She stood up again, "I love playing the guitar and singing." That's it, and she sat back down.

"Are you shy, Ms. Bianca?" He asked, gazing at her.

"Oh, Sir! No, she's not. That's just how Bianca is," a classmate interjected.

"Yes, Sir. She's not the type to break the ice."

"Her modesty matches her beauty."

Embarrassed, she hung her head and didn't speak further. There was even a question-and-answer portion, and she could say their new professor was kind. However, he occasionally seemed emotionless in his facial expressions and tone.

"MISS BIANCA, can you bring my things in my office?" He asked hesitantly. She nodded slightly and started to tidy up his belongings. They both left the room and headed to his office.

She didn't realize that the professor's office was quite far.

"Sir, are we still far?" Bianca asked the professor.