Your hand moves down to your pocket, only to realise your phone is missing.

Excusing yourself from friends, you escort down the hall. You scavenge for your phone in a classroom. You couldn’t find it.

You turn around to feel a presence looming over you.

“Looking for this?”

You look up to see your very attractive substitute teacher, holding your phone.

“Take it.”

He grins softly, his deep, lavender eyes gazing into yours.