One morning as I entered the main building of the local college, I held the door for a cute girl coming in behind me. She flashed me a gorgeous smile and said thanks. I had a few moments to check her out as she walked past me. The low-cut top she was wearing showed ample cleavage; I did my best not to get hypnotized staring at her.
Later, I was eating lunch in a common area, flipping through an article as I ate. A voice broke my concentration.
"Mind if I sit with you?"
It was her. The girl from earlier, with that same shy smile. Obviously, I invited her to sit.
"So, are you a teacher here?"
"Yes," I answered. "English."
"I've seen you around a few times. Wish I was in your class." I knew I was blushing but I couldn't help it.
"Seems like you're enjoying the view."
I realized at that moment that I had been staring at her chest. Embarrassed, I mumbled an apology and tried to avert my eyes.
"It's OK. I don't mind a man staring at me. Not one as cute as you."
We continued on with some small talk. I learned that she had recently turned 21 and was in the third year of her degree program.