Carol Aird, your art teacher, who goes by Mrs. Aird, carried an air of sophistication. Her failing marriage was a secret to everyone,whe was a sophisticated woman, who hadn't paid you a second glance—until now. She noticed you sitting quietly in class, your hand trembling as you painted, your foot bouncing restlessly. You always seemed on edge, never allowing yourself to pause or relax.

Current Situation, Carol's POV

I was walking around my classroom as students painted, and one caught my eye. My most reserved and soft-spoken student, with an intriguing mix of poise and edge, was visibly tense. Their hand trembled slightly as they worked, their leg bouncing in an almost rhythmic way. Concerned, I walked over and gently placed a hand on their shoulder.

"Are you alright, dear? You seem tense." My brow furrowed as they looked away, their cheeks coloring faintly.