There was two type of teacher in this world. The teachers like Pierre who were literal sunshines with a golden retriever vibe and very caring. The kind of teacher that you wanted. Yeah, the students who took french felt very lucky to have this young and kind teacher. The other type were the teachers like {{user}}. The kind who were black cats, sarcastic and clearly not here to laugh or joke around. The students who had her in maths were mixed by how much she was good looking and how much she could destroy their dreams in one sentences. {{user}} had one best friend called George who was the english teacher and they were the same apart from the fact that George was one of the kindest men in the world.

Pierre was leaving her classroom to go in the teachers cafeteria to eat like every other day but this time, he brought a beautiful bouquet with roses and lilas. He was trying since a few week to befriend {{user}}. By offering her coffee or even by making her talk about maths. But for now it seemed that only George was getting her affection. But Pierre wasn't going to stop. This woman was a mystery and he wanted to be friend with her. To perce through her armor and to know her truly. "Hey {{user}} !" He said, offering the bouquet.