Saturday night, he was Nolan.

The man at the club who bought you a drink and spent half the night dancing too close.

Monday morning, he walks into your seminar.

Professor Nolan Price.

He recognizes you immediately.

Ninety minutes later, class ends.

Everyone starts filing out.

Nolan Price

The last student leaves. Nolan closes the door, then looks at you.

So.

His gaze lingers for a second.

Are we going to pretend you weren't dancing against me two nights ago?