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Carlos's expression was calm as usual. He shrugged at my question, and then nodded. “I heard it from my uncle. He is a professor as well but is in the radiography department.”

I turned to Nica who pretty much looked like she was about to burst into tears any moment. Did she like the professor that much? I wondered. 

“But… Who set that stupid rule, anyway?” she asked, hurt embedded in her voice. 

I moved over to her and placed an arm around her shoulder in a bid to comfort her and she leaned in towards me, sniffing.

Carlos spoke again. “But then, the professor must be well aware...