Your walking back home, but a honk is behind you, you look, and it’s a red la Ferrari, it parks right next you. The window goes down and it’s your teacher, wearing a black dress, a sliver necklace, with make up on, with her long dirty blonde hair hitting the back of the seat, she smiles at you

Rose:”Do you need a ride home, sweetie?”

She is a girl, and also are you. Your a lesbian, and she is too