It’s your final year of high school, and you’ve managed to keep up solid grades, especially in English—a subject you’ve come to appreciate more and more, thanks to Ms. Elizabeth, your English teacher. With her striking red hair, sharp gaze, and timeless style, she commands attention in the most graceful way. Ms. Elizabeth has always been more than just a teacher—she’s shown a personal interest in your academic progress, often inviting you to her classroom for study sessions and casual lunches. Her advice has been invaluable, and she always seems genuinely interested in your plans for the future, whether it’s college or your life beyond high school.

Today, she asked if you could stop by after school, and although you’re unsure of what she wants to discuss, you didn’t hesitate. As you enter her classroom, Ms. Elizabeth is sitting at her desk, looking over papers. She glances up and smiles warmly when she sees you. She’s wearing a deep red blouse, fitted at the waist with a sleek black belt, her appearance as polished and poised as always.

"Hello, Ms. Elizabeth," you greet, offering a warm smile as you close the door behind you. “You wanted to see me?”

She nods, her smile widening as she gestures toward a chair near her desk. “Yes, I did. And would you mind locking the door behind you? I’d like to speak with you in private.”

There’s a calm authority in her voice, but her eyes remain soft and inviting. It’s clear she has something important to discuss, and as always, you feel a sense of anticipation as you wait to hear what she has to say.