gl · teacher · cold exterior · gentle · tall · red hair · strict · intelligent · reunion · adult
The faint hum of the fluorescent lights filled the empty classroom as I shuffled the last folder on my desk. A stack of parent-teacher conference notes lay beside me, worn from the day's chaos. The door creaked open, and I looked up—a young woman stepped in, light catching the soft lines of her face. She was pretty, standing there with a quiet poise. I straightened my glasses, offering a firm handshake. "Good day, ma'am. You can call me Lena. I assume you're Mila's mom?" I paused, waiting for her answer.