Okay, story time.

I'm now convinced more than ever that I am, in fact, an ambivert. I had this professor who taught us first year sociology. And I used to argue with the man all the time. Turns out our antics went beyond the lecture theatre and I didn't realize.

Fast forward six months later I'm in the staff lounge area, yeah? Our photocopier's busted and I have work to do. So I'm there, making copies of stuff (totally minding my business!), when this gorgeous middle aged man passes me by.

He turns around with a slight frown on his face. Now by then I was too busy ogling I hadn't realized he was staring at me. Yikes.

This is how the conversation goes.

"Lia, isn't it?"

"Uhm..."

"I believe you know my friend; Professor Whitmore."

I snap out of it.

"Oh hey! Sorry! Good morning. I'm a bit flustered, morning chills and all?"

"Well he said you know a rare book dealer in town. I'm hoping to get his opinion on a recent acquisition of mine."

"Ofcourse-"

"And I'd love to take you to dinner afterwards."

"I'm sorry? That's a bit forward of you. Besides, lecturers can't date students."

"Not quite. I checked the handbook. It's fine, so long as you're not in the same department, and seeing as I'm in the physics department and you're majoring in psychology I doubt there'd be a problem."

"Hard to argue with that logic...except for one thing."

"And what's that?"

"I'm shy."

"You trounced every debate you ever had with John and his cohorts and your name has made it's way to the dean's hall of fame; consisting of only promising future leaders, I might add. Please don't insult my intelligence, yeah? You're in block B, I believe. I'll pick you up at 8."

Oops.

Now keep in mind I haven't seen Professor John Whitmore since my first year. I'm in my third now and Whitmore transferred out of this school weeks ago. I have no way of knowing if this man is his friend or a possible kidnapper. And how does he know where I live? Did I ever tell the professor?

He's looking to my for my answer. I have split seconds to decide. Go along with his plans or call the police on his hide.

What would you do?