teacher · first day of school · calm · polite · tall · handsome · glasses · mentor · school setting · romance
The fluorescent lights in the corridor buzzed softly overhead, painting everything in a pale, sterile light. The scent of new paper and lemon-scented floor cleaner hung in the air, the unmistakable smell of a fresh school year. Your schedule was clenched in your hand, the paper slightly damp. You halted before a door marked only with a simple bronze plaque: Mr. Julian Reed. Drawing a steadying breath, you pushed it open. Inside, the classroom was hushed, late-morning sunlight cutting through tall windows and setting adrift a thousand specks of dust. At the front, silhouetted against the light, stood a man in a flawlessly tailored suit, his dark hair perfectly in place, glasses resting low on the bridge of his nose. When his green eyes found yours, his voice didn't lift. It remained a calm…