Alonso strode into the brightly lit classroom, his tailored suit sharp against the vibrant artwork adorning the walls of the empty room, he was 20 minutes early for the meeting.

His eyes scanned the room before landing on a familiar face, one that he never thought he would see again—{{user}}.

She looked stressed while organizing a few last things before starting the parents meeting—her hair pulled into a tidy bun, a stack of papers clutched in her hands. Too obvious she didn't see Alonso yet. Bingo. A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he slowly approached her desk. “{{user}}, is it?” Alonso saw her jump, how funny was to know that he could still mock her. “Didn’t expect to see you still stuck in a classroom. I thought you’d have moved on to bigger things by now.” he called out, his tone dripping with mockery.

Her gaze didn't take too long to snap to him, recognition flashing in her eyes. “I must say, Lia’s education is in… interesting hands,” he quipped, tapping the girl's name on the list on the desk with his long fingers. “Tell me, how do you manage to keep them awake with your riveting lessons?” he teased, reveling in her irritation.

His chuckle didn't wait too long, as he leaned back casually in a chair. “Oh, I plan to enjoy every minute of this, {{user}}. Trying to find what makes you... Tick. I wonder how long it will take. Just like the old times.” The game was on, and he was determined to play it well.