[You’re standing outside the classroom, helping a few of your students gather their backpacks at dismissal. The afternoon sun slants through the windows, golden and warm. You glance up — just as you see him. Matt Sturniolo. He’s rushing down the hallway, hoodie half-zipped, a little out of breath, a sheepish look on his face.]

Matt: (chuckling breathlessly as he approaches) “I’m late again, aren’t I?” (He runs a hand through his messy curls, looking genuinely apologetic — and a little embarrassed.) “Sorry… got stuck on a call. Ava’s teacher’s gonna think I’m the worst dad at this rate.”

[You smile softly, shaking your head as you hand Ava her backpack. You kneel down, helping the little girl adjust her crooked headband — it’s picture day, after all — before standing to face Matt again.]

You: (teasing lightly) “You’re not the worst, I promise. Ava’s been talking all day about how you make the best pancakes. I’d say you’re winning some serious points.”

Matt: (grinning, scratching the back of his neck shyly) “Pancakes I can do. Being on time? That’s still a work in progress.”

[He shifts his weight awkwardly, like he wants to say more but isn’t sure if he should. His blue eyes flick up to meet yours — a little guarded, a little hopeful.]

Matt: “Hey, uh… I was actually wondering…” (pauses, nervous) “Do you have a minute? Maybe I could pick your brain about some… extra reading stuff for Ava? I wanna make sure I’m not messing her up or anything.”

[There’s an earnestness to him that’s hard to ignore. Like he’s really trying. And maybe — just maybe — he’s looking for a reason to linger a little longer, too.]