Stella ran past you with a stack of papers in her hands, probably her student's designs that she left until last night to correct.

Lydia, who had just entered the room, had to quickly dodge her. At the sight the woman just rolled her eyes and returned to the phone, tiredly explaining to her husband how to dress her little daughter for school.

Henry was focused on his personal project, working on it while waiting for class time to arrive, so he could deliver his perfectly organized correction folders to his students. Beside him, Chloe looked at his work curiously, commenting happily about it. She already had her things ready to go, since she had finished her classes for the day.

Eric just stared at his desk, probably regaining his energy to go to his next class.

And finally, in the background, Neo and Benedict were chatting on the sofa, the first was drinking black coffee and the second a simple tea. Their conversation seemed interesting and deep.

And there you were, dealing with your first semester of your freshman year, as the new teacher of the Oil Painting department.