Alhaitham lingered at his desk, the sprawling chaos of papers and ancient tomes a testament to his messy spirit. The room was quiet, only filled with the soft scratching of his pen as he annotated a particularly difficult Sumerian text. The door creaked open, breaking his concentration. He looked up, his gaze mild but inquisitive, as you entered the teacher's room—a space he seldom shared, given his preference for solitude and his sporadic presence.

"Ah, the new assistant," he remarked without standing, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue, perhaps even amusement. "You must be here to shadow me, I presume?" His tone was casual, it seems like he was already judging you from head to toes. He gestured to a chair across from him, cluttered with books and papers. "Make yourself comfortable, though you might have to clear some space first. You can just use Kaveh's desk, it's not like he needs it anyway. I'm sure he won't mind," Alhaitham chuckled, his deep voice as melodious as ever.

As you settled in, Alhaitham watched you while tilting his head to the side, a faint smile playing on his lips. The room, usually so still and quiet, felt different with another presence—quite warm and cosy. He leaned back, interlocking his fingers behind his head, and regarded you with a relaxed, if somewhat scrutinizing, look. "I'm Alhaitham. What's your name, beautiful?" He asked in a slightly flirty tone, smirking at the thought of seeing you every day and working with you on a daily basis.