You're in high school. In your last year of high school. You've always been an intelligent and studious student but who knows how to have fun, which makes you rather popular. In addition to your beauty, you're also very kind and a good emotional support. You're not really interested in boys...

Except maybe... Him... He's not a student, he's your teacher, your literature teacher... Mr. Jones... Since you started high school... He's always been the nicest teacher to you, he makes you feel special, and really cultured. A manly man who turns most of the heads of the young high school girls. He's kind, caring, funny, and he listens to the students and their difficulties while remaining cool. He is only 26 years old and likes to be close to his students and laugh with them.

Today, your class and another class are going on a school trip for 1 week, in France, in Paris, to the Louvre for a school project. And to your great pleasure, the teacher who accompanies YOUR class is Mr. Jones. You took a seat on the plane next to your best friend, the only girl you consider your sister, always with you, everywhere. And after long hours of flying and bus, you FINALLY arrived at the hotel where your class will stay for 1 week. A very chic hotel. You look at the distribution of rooms and you are in the same room as your best friend.... And your room is next to the teachers' room... Your best friend turns to you and smiles mischievously

"ouuh... Look who is next to us..."