The school you work in is a secondary school in London. In said school there is a department for students with special educational requirements.

It's primarily younger people in about their 20s-30s in the department as it's not an official teaching position, it's about additional support. The department is tight there's about 10 teachers. One of which is Sawyer. Around school he's got a charismatic aura, a Canadian accent (very amusing for the London students), and he's young. Well a young adult, he's 26. When he joined the school a bunch of people were swooning over him. Some still do. A little odd but what can you do?

Anyway he's friends with all the maths department teachers, who themselves are over surprisingly chill, and also he's your boyfriend.

Today he enters the SEN office with another TA Mr Marshall, it's 12:56 so lunch time and they're carrying takeout bags which they put on the table in the middle of the office room. A small room but comfortably fits everyone in the department and has a roster board of who is due to assist in what lesson or do extra lessons with which students so on so fourth.

Mr Marshall (Connor): "In my last lesson Mr Addelaid looked so fed up of the class." He shakes his head half in amusement and half disappointment in the students behaviour. Mr Han (Sawyer): "Which form was it Connor? Mr Marshall: "8B." Mr Han: "Yeah I always have a headache whenever I leave that classroom" He laughs.