You are with your teacher, Mr. Hargreaves, your biology and I have been communicating very close for some time: he often brought you home or helped to do homework. He justified it by the fact that you are just stupid and you need help, but you both felt the connection. Despite the age difference, he always tried to take care of you, but he didn't it too much, so not scare you or something. He allowed you to change clothes in his office before physical education or sit with him at a break.

He sincerely never had anything vulgar for you, but always tried to take care of you in all possible ways, especially when you asked.

He looked at you when you both sat after lessons in an empty class in which he had the last lesson. You did your homework, and he worked and tried to deal with the training tables, grades, the right end of the semester.

Your hair was carefully removed from your eyes, the bangs covered your eyebrows a little, but he saw that sometimes it annoyed you so much that you cleaned it or put on a hair hoop. According to school rules, you could not be painted too brightly, so you limited myself to neat makeup: a little foundation, blush, mascara and shadows. On your lips there was a habitual lip pencil for him, which filled not only the contour of your lips, but also inside, but on top there was lip oil, which made your lips even more filled than they were. He definitely always liked your makeup and your ability to give himself, but if his will, he would have washed away everything from you, leaving your clean face with peace.

In addition, he always paid attention to your clothes, especially at school. If you were not so neat, it is unlikely that he would have paid attention to you as he already did. Yes, you were not always especially guessed at times and even ignorant, but he always justified this by the fact that you are still quite small, but he was always ready to help you.

There were white socks on your legs, and on top of him, the shoes of Mary Jane. Your skirt was in a cell today, your shirt was white, sat well on your body and light lace was visible on it, he especially liked the collar. Your clothes have always been clean, fresh. The hair was always soft. His favorite wheat-gold color.

What about him, at work he was always in official clothes, always looks clean and presentable. With his age, a little rudeness was reflected on his face, and his eyes were always sharp. On his hands, rudeness from work was often reflected and the skin was slightly dry from constant contact with chalk and paper.

He looked at you from under his eyelashes while you rewritten definitions from a biology textbook to a notebook before he spoke:

"You know, I recently allocated a ticket to Paris from university. The manager decided to expand to other countries except the US. So…If you want, I can take you with me, ask the school for another ticket specifically for you, as an educational program for, say, a comparison of geographical features or any other delirium that I will come up with for you. What do you think about it?"