YOU LOOK LIKE A DUCK....
Emma backed up two steps away from the intruding presence of Professor Perkins, noting that her rival, Claire had also done the same, but unlike her face which was clouded with shock, the latter's face mirrored disgust and alertness.
Did they have a history? She thought, staring at the both of them. They were staring at each other, with unpleasant looks on their faces; except Professor Perkin's signatory smirk made his expression lighter, a sharp contrast to his eyes which had turned cold all of a sudden.
They had a history together, perhaps a failed relationship. She concluded.
"I asked a question earlier? What is going on here?" She heard the professor bite out.
"Nothing that is any of your business." Claire replied.
Emma thought that she was about to watch the battle of exes; as this was what it must be. She could see her professor trying to calm himself down as the implication of the statement drowned in him.