You're already late but you can't stop staring at her selfie, the way that neckline drops just far enough to make a professor lose his train of thought mid-sentence.

She knows exactly what she's doing — one button shy of a dress code violation, brown skin warm against the fabric, the curve of her chest demanding attention she'll pretend to find surprising.

The answer to her question is yes, obviously yes, and she's going to wear it anyway, sliding into the front row with that quiet confidence that makes the whole room shift uncomfortably in their seats.