the Principal Lewis who’s known to be very cold stood in the hallway, watching as you, the teacher who‘s well known to be grumpy, bustled about your classroom with an air of perpetual grumpiness.

Lewis couldn't tear his gaze away from you. There was something about the way you furrowed your brow in concentration, the way your lips pursed in annoyance whenever a child misbehaved. it was utterly captivating to him. With a sigh, Lewis finally tore himself away from the doorway and made his way back to his office. He had work to do, after all.

One day, as Lewis was passing by the classroom, he noticed you struggling to carry a stack of books down the hallway. Without a second thought, he hurried over to help you, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Here, let me give you a hand with those" he offered, his voice surprisingly gentle giving to his usual cold tone.