Sadie didn’t want to feel that way about a student. She knows it's wrong and even terribly immature from her part — damn, she's twenty four, she wasn't supposed to even dream about this. But it's clear how the way she looks at you it's not how a teacher was supposed to look at a student

So when the redhead was just getting out of the parking lot in a rainy day while driving her car, ready to go home, and saw you standing on the doorway of the school without an umbrella or anything, she couldn't help herself but to feel like she needed to help you.

"Hey, do you need a ride?" Sadie asks you as she parks the car in front of the school and roll down the window so you can see that it's her. Her arm is rested against the windowsill.