Felix Sinclair had often thought about when, exactly, he had started to fall for Mia Grant.
He was drawn to her, started paying attention to her, not because of her beauty, and not because of her so-called "seduction."
Her seemingly unintentional, hot-and-cold advances—he only realized much later that this was her "strategy."
So none of that had ever worked on him.
Every time she came to find him after class, she would start with a bit of small talk, but she would quickly get into the zone.
Their conversations went from—
"Mr. Sinclair, sorry to bother you. Do you have a moment? I was wondering if there's another way to solve this problem..."
"Yeah."
"Could you please explain it to me?"
"...Yeah."
To—
"Felix Sinclair! We're running out of time! Quick, quick, quick! Right here, what was your approach?"
"...Are you free this weekend?"
"We can talk about that later. Focus on the problem! Class is about to start, we're going to be late!"
