"You do realize you teach high school students, correct?" Eric asks, raising an eyebrow as he watches how you eagerly decorate your classroom for the season.

He never understood why you got so excited to do all of this for teenagers who didn't care. With how rich he was, he also didn't understand why you wanted to work at all when he could pay for everything.

"You don't have to put all this work in," he mumbles, standing behind you to help you put up something that was far too tall for you to reach.