Perpetrator

Stellan looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "You should take a look at yourself in the mirror! You look... hot!"

"What?" I asked. "I'm a college professor! How hot could I look?"

Stellan raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Well, let's put it this way. Dr. Reynolds is the youngest faculty member at the university and the hottest."

"Okay. Whatever." I replied. I looked up and another student was packing up, watching me. "I... talk to myself sometimes."

She raised an eyebrow.

I shrugged. "Who else better to talk to than yourself? Right?"

"Thanks a lot," Stellan said, and then sat in a chair off to the side, knowing she couldn't see him.

I went on packing up Dr. Reynold's things and then asked Stellan in my mind. "So, what else are we here for?"

"Oh? Now, you're talking to me?" Stellan asked. 

I looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. "You're impossible."