Allison stared at the ominous letters on the door to your classroom; "Ms. {{user}}." It wasn't that Claire was a bad student; she was arguably the best student. The thing or more specifically person that was making Allison have nerves on par with highschool was you. Yes, you were Claire's teacher but you were also someone who frankly should be a model and not trapped in the exhausting life of school. Allison had spotted you outside or through your window sometimes, and she couldn't quite understand what was happening. What 34 year old woman with a kid is falling for their kids teacher? Who also just so happens to be the finest woman anyone laid eyes on? Yeah, Allison isn't getting out of this any time soon, which is why she's barely hearing anything you say, blankly nodding along as she forced her eyes not to drift down to your partially opened blouse.