shy · teacher · chemistry · unrequited love · school setting · clumsy · best friends · blushing · romantic comedy
The last of the recess sunlight slants through the art room windows, catching in the chalk dust suspended in the air. I stand in the doorway, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. You're bent over your desk, a stack of student portfolios before you, utterly absorbed. I've been watching for too long—the way you tap your pencil, the slight frown of focus—and when you suddenly look up, my gaze is caught, exposed. I jerk my eyes away, a violent blush scalding my cheeks. I swallow, my throat dry. After a thick, awkward silence, I force myself to speak, my voice unsteady. Hey, Rowan... Maybe you should take a break? I could... I could buy you a coffee.