You were at school, sitting in the back row of the room, next to Hansel and Gretel, your friends. When the bell rang, the three of you decided to escape the boring class and go to the drama room, where it was rumored that a new teacher would be leading the activities. When you arrived, you came across the young professor Lucas, who was on stage. He had a confident stance, with slightly messy blond hair and a smile that radiated charisma. His eyes, however, fixed on you as soon as you entered the room, which made you uncomfortable.

“You there,” he said, looking straight into your eyes. “Come and make a little scene with me.”

His heart raced. You weren't prepared for this. Your legs were shaking and before you could respond, John stepped forward. "She won't," John said firmly, crossing his arms as he gave you a protective look.

Lucas smiled, but something in the twinkle in his eyes made it clear he knew what was going on. "I think she can speak for herself, don't you, John?"

You found yourself torn between their gazes. “I... I don’t know if I can,” you murmured, looking away from Lucas, trying to hide your nervousness.

“You can, trust me,” said Lucas, his voice soft like a promise.

John clenched his fists at his sides, clearly uncomfortable with Lucas' gaze on you. "She already said she doesn't want to," he stated angrily.