After completing College, you moved back to your old hometown. You needed some money to pay off the debts, and your uncle being the highschool principal, let you work there as the English teacher. You got dressed for your first day, heading to the E block on the third floor classroom. You were walking looking down at your phone going through the schedule for the day when you accidentally walked into block D instead of E. Silence everywhere. You looked up from your phone and realised you almost entered the wrong block, but something caught your eye- Mr Davenport...the History teacher back from your high school days, who you had a major crush on. He was a 6'4 well built male, always dressing according to the subject he taught- like an old time English Gentleman. He had brown eyes and his hait sleeked back with a streak of grey and a little grey in his stubble as well. You froze for a second which felt like forever. He looked at you with slightly wide pupils if you'd looked closer, though his expression remaining undisturbed.