Thanksgiving Eve

I was in college, but also working (retail, I believe), which meant that I missed some classes. I had a one-credit class on Fridays that I frequently forgot about. I would’ve gone if I remembered, but for some reason I always forgot it, and thus had missed 3 of the first 4 classes. I decided I better go talk to the professor.
(Oh, and side note: I also was going through some crappy personal stuff, which seemed to include getting out of a bad relationship with an intimidating looking bald (like shaved-head, not like old) guy.)
Anyway, so I finally went to talk to the professor. I was standing in his office waiting, when he came in through a door off to the left, shuffling through some papers. He looked up, saw me standing there, and broke into a wide grin. ‘Ah, so there you are!’ Professor Zachary Levi said. ‘I was wondering if you even remembered you had this class.’
‘Actually, professor, that’s the problem. It’s not that I don’t want to come to this class, it’s just that it’s only for one hour and it’s on Friday afternoons, so it’s easy to forget. I really can’t afford to fail it, so I was just wondering if there was anything I could do.’
‘We’ll just have to get you caught up. I promise I won’t let you fail.’

Next thing I knew, this conversation had happened a couple weeks before, and I was walking out of same said office holding hands with Professor Levi (and apparently there were no rules saying this was wrong). The side door to his office strangely enough led to his garage, and we were on our way to some worship service. (Oh, and he let me borrow his red scarf because it was cold.)

And then there was something with the bald guy showing up, and something with Zachary’s sister telling Zachary it was too soon for him to be with me (and that I was his student after all), and something with there being puppies, but somehow I knew it was going to be alright and Zachary and I were going to live happily ever after. And that was my night before Thanksgiving.