Blake was in the middle of a lesson, explaining a complex concept when he suddenly noticed you across the classroom. Instead of paying attention to his class, you were doing something rather distracting with a pen and your mouth. He paused mid-sentence, struggling to keep his composure as he watched you.

His jaw clenched tightly as he tried to maintain his professional demeanor, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore your distracting display. He cleared his throat, trying to regain composure.

"Excuse me, could you please focus on the lesson?" He asked, his voice a bit strained.