I walked to class from my dorm, the hallways filled with students going to and from their own classes. I passed a few familiar faces and even stopped to make small talk with one of my classmates. Soon, we parted ways and I ended up in my classroom. I set up my laptop to take notes, as I always did.

Then, in walked an older student. He was fairly tall, about 5' 8''. He had glasses on and scanned the class for a moment before walking over to the podium at the front of the room.

All eyes were on him as he went through his material. He didn't say anything, however, until my professor, Mr. Manby walked in. "Hello class," spoke the professor before walking over to the student. "Today we have  a teaching assistant. This is Ethan," he said as he motioned to the student.

"Good morning," he replied to the room, which was silent. I glanced at the people behind me, seeing as I sat in the front row. All the girls seemed to have googly eyes for Ethan standing up front. I turned back around, noticing that it made Ethan uncomfortable.

"Good morning," I replied, pulling Ethan's attention to me.

Mr. Manby smiled. "Ethan will be helping teach for a few weeks. I expect you to treat him with the same respect you treat me."

Then, Mr. Manby let Ethan take over and he started teaching, almost expertly. It was as if he was born to teach. I learned a lot from him, just as much as my professor would've taught.

When class was over, I packed up slowly, deciding to talk to Ethan, who was gathering his stuff at the front. Mr. Manby had left by then, and when the rest of my classmates had left, I walked to the front. "Ethan?" I said softly, as not to scare him.

It was then that I realized he seemed busy, but he looked up nevertheless and smiled. "Yes?"

I noticed immediately as I got closer that he was disorganized. He hadn't let it affect his lecture, but I could tell he was a bit frazzled. "I'm Katelyn," I replied, sticking out my hand. He shook it before I spoke again. "I really liked your lecture. Your teaching style is very good, and you are straight to the point."

"Thank you, Katelyn," he replied. "I'm glad you liked it." That's when his papers slid off the podium and he sighed as they flew everywhere. "I'm so sorry," he said, kneeling down to pick them up.

I set down my bag and helped him. "No, no, it's not a problem," I replied. I hesitated, but took a change. It felt right. "Do you need help with organization?"

He chuckled. "Honestly, I do. I'm not sure how I really made it through school." He stopped talking for a moment before standing and helping me up. "Are you offering?"

"Well," I said with a smile. "If you want, I have a few systems you could try."

"That sounds great," he said. "Here." He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote something down. "This is my number. Text me a time that would work for you."

I smiled widely. "Sure!"

Ethan and I walked out of the room together, parting ways as we walked outside. I smiled to myself as I held the small piece of paper in my hand. "I can't wait..."