Distractions

by Meepyonnee

Honestly, she loves distractions. Books, internet, television, food, that lint stuck on her sweater, etcetera etcetera. Her handsome professor, too, is a welcome distraction. . . . The wedding ring on his finger, you ask? It's a distraction all right, but she doesn't like it one bit. -:- Law school AU. Vignettes.

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She wondered if he knew how much she hated that ring. He kept flaunting it. Sure, he was currently in the middle of giving a passionate speech about the difference between defense lawyers and prosecutors. Yeah, it was only natural to use such hand gestures when giving passionate speeches. Even so. Ugh.

After class, she approached him to ask about his ring - ah, no no. She was going to ask about his comments on the first draft of her term paper.

"Sir, may I ask what you wrote here?" She pointed to the red scrawls.

He took the paper from her and squinted. See, even he couldn't read his own scribbles. "Your logic is flawed. Here, in this part you should have stated . . ." He used his left index finger to point to her wrong answer, his ring in plain sight.

She scowled at it.