Professor F novel Chapter 17

The silence embracing them is starting to get awkward. August was about to say something when the blonde girl beat her to it, extending her hand to Henry for a handshake.

”Good evening. I’m Stella. Pleased to meet you.” She smiled.

Henry looked bewildered like her, looking at Stella. She's really beautiful.

August cleared her throat. ”D—Do you need anything, Professor?" August asked Flynn.

Flynn didn't answer, as if he finds it awkward to explain why he was knocking at her door.

Henry broke the awkward silence with a smile. "We're just heading out for dinner.”

Stella smiled back. “We were just about to have dinner, too. Maybe we can all go together?”

Henry glanced at her, as if waiting for her to say something.

She could feel her face going pale but she doesn’t want to be rude declining their invitation.

This is going to be awkward!

Flynn stayed quiet while they all went to the restaurant that Henry made reservations at.

The elevator was crowded with people from the lower floors. They all had to step back and for some reason, Flynn was able to smoothly cage her on the corner, away from Henry and Stella.

Few people were already chatting and Flynn took that chance to ask her, whispering. "Are you dating your manager?"

She looked at him with a shocked expression on her face, finding it shocking to hear such blunt question from Flynn.

She sighed softly. "I guess that's better than dating my professor."

She was expecting he'd look pissed but he smiled and chuckled softly. "Nice."

She rolled her eyes and looked away. The lift opened on the ground floor and she jerked when she felt Flynn's hand on her back, acting like he’s her boyfriend!

Henry led the group as they walk towards an Italian restaurant. They all went inside and the attendant by the front door greeting them looked surprised seeing them or rather, seeing Flynn and Stella. He left as soon as he led them to their table.

She felt embarrassed when both Henry and Flynn pulled a chair for her. Unable to make a choice, she was frozen for a moment but Stella made the decision for her by taking Flynn’s offered seat. “Thank you.”

The server handed them the menu and waited when a manager approached them smiling. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It's nice to have you tonight. If you need anything, at all, just let me know." The manager said but appeared that he's talking to Flynn and Stella more than the whole group.

"Thank you.” Flynn nodded as he slightly raised his left hand acknowledging the manager’s words.

"My pleasure, Pri—sir." The manager left as the waiter takes their order.

Henry clearly tried to impress them with the dish he ordered from the menu. Flynn then ordered like he’s a regular to that restaurant, ordering something that’s not on the menu. Stella did the same as Flynn. And then the waiter’s gaze was on her.

She panicked. All other dishes are foreign to her except for the pastas.

“I—uh—“ She cleared her throat. “I think I’ll have pasta—“

Flynn interrupted courteously. “May I?”

She noticed that the waiter smiled widely, as if he was glad of what Flynn just did. Like a real gentleman.

She agreed and nodded at Flynn, blushing. Flynn handed the menu back to the waiter and ordered another dish. He locked eyes with her as if they're the only ones in that restaurant.

Henry cleared his throat. "Please excuse me. I'll just go to the restroom."

They all agreed. When he left the table, Flynn looked at her. "August,"

So he's not addressing me as Miss Peters in front of Stella?

Flynn glanced at Stella next to him. ”Stella has something to tell you."

Stella couldn't look into her eyes. "I'm sorry." She said looking down.

"Kindly make your voice louder, Stella.” Flynn ordered firmly.

Stella seemed meek and scared of her brother. "I'm sorry." She bowed her head, with her voice louder this time.

August raised her right hand, feeling uncomfortable. "You don't have to bow your head, really."

She looked up and started to introduce herself. "I'm actually Flynn's younger sister. Just a year younger. Nice to meet you again, August."

Her mouth dropped open and her mind busy processing what Stella just said. “Y—Younger sister?” Stella nodded in response.

So, did Flynn leave and miss Friday class just to bring Stella back here and apologize?

"She is not my girlfriend. I hope that's clear with you now, August." Flynn said.