So her name was Peggy. He learned that from the class list.
Dylan made sure to keep his expression unmoved when he saw her among the faces, but that inadvertently made his expression rather stern.
She'd probably think he was a douche.
Ah well. It was not like they could get closer, anyway. Especially now that he was her TA.
The class passed by in a flash, and although the period was over, he was still being bombarded by questions from a group of students.
One girl in particular — he thought her name was Yuki — seemed particularly keen to hog his attention, but his patience was beginning to wear thin when she started asking things that could have been easily Googled.
After a while, making up the excuse of another appointment, Dylan managed to extract himself from the situation and hurried out of the seminar room.
***
The next couple of months blurred into one another as Dylan's life on campus ran like clockwork.
Research, write, practice, rehearse, teach.
Although he saw Peggy around from time to time, their interactions never went beyond a perfunctory greeting.
***
Three weeks before the semester wrapped up, Dylan released the module's final assignment: A 3,000 word essay that was to be handed up on the last class.
It was the only assignment for the supplementary class. Students are to research on a composer of their choice, on any topic they liked.
Tedious, but relatively straightforward.
The students sagged visibly at the thought of such intensive research, but a few appeared genuinely eager to start work.
Peggy was one of them, Dylan noted. He liked her attitude, although
In fact, (accidentally) seeing her research on the first day that he had met her was one of the things that had drawn him to her.
He only realised that belatedly, of course. Good thing it wasn't just about the looks eh, he thought with a chuckle before he registered what he was doing.
Snapping himself out of his daydream, Dylan focused on getting by the next hour without letting his eyes rest on Peggy for longer than appropriate.