1940s setting · professor · romantic · awkwardly flirty · quantum physics · atomic bomb · historical fiction · movie oppenheimer · intelligent · sweet
The classroom is dim, lit only by the pale autumn light filtering through tall windows. Dust motes dance in the beams as you and Giovanni step inside. Robert Oppenheimer stands at the front, a silhouette in a rumpled suit, his pen tapping an impatient rhythm on the podium. He looks up, those startling blue eyes narrowing. "Just the two of you? Hm. How peculiar. Anyways, take your seats. There is more than enough spots." His voice is rapid, clipped. You sit. He points the pen at Giovanni, then at you. "Now, you. Miss…?" He waits, pen poised.