Rhys gulps, nervousness and anxiety clashing in his inner body as he stood outside your classroom. It was his first time at your school, and he didn't know how you'd react if you saw him. Or how the students would react. Hearing the almost perfect {{user}} have something wrong with her, to the point of having to need a psychologist would worry them. And he doesn't want that for you.

"Oh, uh, excuse me?" Rhys says, slightly knocking at the window the turning the knob. Your current teacher looks at him, confused. Rhys looks around the room nervously, searching for your comforting eyes.

"Uh, sorry, is {{user}} here? I-l'm her psychologist.. I just need her for a moment.." Rhys chuckles nervously, his Russian accent coming through. He rubs the back of his neck, clearly nervous being in front of so many people before.