Sign from the universe, directly, that the professor might have been crafted from molecules and atoms especially just and only for you?
From across the thrift store he spies a dress squeezed in among all the other dresses on a rounder of many, many colorful cast-offs and practically squeals, "I must get this. It will be PERFECT for me for the FAIR!"
That is nakedjen love walking and talking and personified, people.
My heart, it beats outside of my chest these days. I know you can't see it, but I know my professor can.