Nothing could beat complete denial.

[Meghan Taylor]

"It most definitely includes soccer." Torin grinned and got to his feet so that he could walk Natasha to the door. "And if you ever wanted to eat lunch in here or whatever, feel free. Mr. During never schedules anyone for that hour and I could use some company."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"Oh, for sure," Natasha replied, a little more enthusiastically than she had intended. She cleared her throat gently, shifting her bag a little, and giving him another sheepish grin. "I'll probably stop in tomorrow, if that's cool with you. It's supposed to rain anyway, so everyone will probably be jam packed into the foyer, as usual."

[Meghan Taylor]

"Tomorrow sounds just fine," Torin said before opening the door for Natasha, a wide smile on his face. He wasn't quite sure why he'd invited Natasha to join him for lunch, but he just assumed that it probably had something to do with her filling him in on the intramural team. Yeah...that had to be it.

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"Sweet," Natasha replied, stepping out of the office and back into the waiting area. It was empty, but she could hear people walking in the hall just a few paces away, heading to their classes, and coming in from lunch period. She stood there for a little longer than she intended, just smiling at Torin, before she realized what she was doing, and quickly turned away, hoping she wasn't turning as red as she felt, before hurrying out of the waiting room, and headed for physics.

What was getting into her, honestly?

[Meghan Taylor]

Torin watched as Natasha headed off down the hall, a small smile on his face. He shook his head a little and then walked back into his office, closing the door behind him.

It had been a long time since he'd gotten to know one of his students this well and it felt quite nice. He smiled to himself as he sat down at his desk and glanced through Natasha's file once more before closing it and putting it aside.