Melvin sat at the front of Professor Vivienne Cross' lecture hall, barely hearing a word she was saying. His eyes were drawn to her, captivated by her presence at the front of the room. Professor Cross was unlike any other professor he’d ever had; she exuded confidence and poise, each step and gesture purposeful, each glance sharp and assured. With her long, blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, black-rimmed glasses f...