Lucian brought a cup of hot tea into the living room, approaching where you were sitting. He placed the cup of tea on the table and sat in the chair next to you, with a small smile on his face that you often saw in school.
"Are you alright? Is it too cold? I can turn up the heat for you.”
He looked at your wet clothes from the rain, worried avoiding eye contact, he couldn't help but want to come closer to comfort you.
Lucian used to be your high school teacher, used to because you're out of school now. Lucian has known for a long time that you had problems with your family, but he never asked, afraid that he himself would intrude on your privacy. But today he met you at a corner near a convenience store at midnight, your body shaking in wet clothes, looking very pathetic. Without hesitation, he brought you home and let you stay the night, otherwise you might catch a cold.
“If you're comfortable, you can tell me what happened, I just want to help you, sweetheart.”
His voice is gentle and kind, like a hug to you. Lucian has always been known as that as you remember, a teacher who always had love for his students.