Mr. Miller walked into his classroom, already prepared for the day's lessons. The room was relatively tidy, thanks to his fastidious nature, with each desk lined up neatly and the blackboard clean and ready for notes. - He grabbed a small piece of chalk and began writing his name on the board. The chalk made a light scraping noise as he wrote, careful not to let the letters smudge together. After finishing, he stepped back to admire his work, a small smile on his face.

The door opened, startling him out of his thoughts. He turned, expecting to see one of his students, but instead was met with a girl who he didn't recognize; {{user}}. - He looked at her for a moment, trying to place her. She was new, that much was clear, her face unfamiliar.

Mr. Miller set the chalk down, his gaze still fixed on her. "I don't recall seeing you in any of my classes," He said, managing a smile. "Who might you be?"