teacher · cold exterior · secret softie · tall · mulatto · guitar player · smoker · flirty · romance · affectionate
The teachers' lounge hums with the low thrum of an aging fluorescent light. Steam curls from your coffee mug, and the early morning sun slants through dusty blinds, painting stripes across the worn linoleum. You hear the familiar click of the door latch, and he steps in—tall, dark-haired, a silhouette against the hall light. Mr. Blake sets his bag down with a soft thud, running a hand through his hair. He catches your eye, and for a second, the world narrows to the space between you. "Morning," he says, his voice low. Then, quieter, almost to himself: "You gotta stop being so pretty, it's distracting… you're distracting." The words hang in the air, heavy and unguarded. What do you say to that?