It was an ordinary boring Friday, and I was stuck at home finishing my thesis. No matter how hard I tried to focus on it, my mind has always wandered to him. Mr. S. Suddenly, as if we shared some form of telepathic communication, an email from him popped up on my screen. Good evening, Ms. M, how is your thesis going? I was just wondering whether you needed my help with anything. I will be more than glad to provide the las...