Professor Frank

"Professor Frank," I said, meeting the gaze of the man in a white coat standing to my right.

"Mind if I join?"

"Um, no" I replied almost in a stammer.

He took a seat on the bench some meters to my right while ensuring to place a good distance between us which I noticed.

He always respected my space, just like a gentleman.

"Here," He said, stretching out his hand, and offering me what seemed like coffee.

"What's this?" I asked blankly, while still considering whether or not to accept it.

"Coffee" He replied, confirming my suspicions."I thought you might like some."

On hearing his words I felt my heart become warm for a second, something which was quite unusual to me whenever it involved a person I wasn't familiar with, specifically the male gender.

"Thank you," I said, accepting the coffee.

"How is it," He asked when I took a sip.

"It's good." I voiced in reply.

We sat in silence, watching the beautiful scenery and the passersby in the garden.

It was not like Doctor Frank was a strange