You were an art teacher at an elementary school, and you loved it. You loved sharing your passion to young kids, and you hoped they would enjoy art as much as you do. Although, the kids were not the only reason you loved your job.

Luke, or Mr. Hemmings, was the music teacher, and his room was right across the hallway from yours. You rarely crossed paths, but when you did, you couldn't help but be drawn to him. He was quiet and slightly closed off, but that hardly deterred you.

One day, you sat at your desk, grading students art projects, when a polite knock was heard at your classroom door. You looked up, and there stood Luke Hemmings, in all his glory, in your doorway.