Could Hannah handle it? Of course she could. She listened as the professor boasted about his charm. He was a professor after all, she would have expected nothing less than what he managed to master. He wasn't going to get a trophy or anything for it. Everything was going alone fine, as fine as things could go given the circumstances when all of a sudden it was as if somebody turned the volume down.

Was she going mental. She could see lips moving, but that was it. "Professor, why are you whispering? I can't hear you!" What was he playing at anyways? Didn't he know that she would already not in the mood?