Summary: The beginning of the semester always gets Frank jittery, but in a good way. It’s one of those times when everything seems new and possible, and the stress of exams and term papers seems a lifetime away.
TA-ing for a new professor, on the other hand, just gets him jittery. He’s been a TA since he was an undergrad, and had some really good experiences with it, but he’s also got his share of horror stories. You can never tell what you’re going to end up with. But the course is something he’s genuinely excited about being involved in, and as long as Professor Way isn’t a complete asshole, they should be fine.
He checks the office number written in his planner one more time, but he doesn’t really need to. The newest professor always gets the tiny office in the corner. The door’s ajar when he gets there—Frank can see a bit of desk, a loose stack of papers, and a Starbucks cup, and he hears someone moving around, more papers being shuffled.
He moves forward to knock at the same moment the door opens wide, leaving Frank with one fist in the air, face-to-face with a guy who doesn’t look all that much older than Frank himself.
…Okay, no one warned him Professor Way was ridiculously hot.