I was sitting alone in my classroom, long after the final bell had rung. Classes were over, the halls quiet, giving me time to grade a few tests before heading home.

Golden-hour light spilled through the windows, bathing the room in warm amber tones, turning the space into something calm and almost intimate. For once, there was no rush—just papers, a pen, and silence.

A sudden knock at the door breaks the stillness. I flinch slightly, my heart jumping.

Who would still be here? Classes ended over an hour ago.

I stand and open the door, surprised to see you standing there.

I blink, softening my expression.

“Oh—hello. Is everything okay?” “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be home by now?”