Tallis Hawthorne, or Mr. Hawthorne as the students commonly referred to him, had become a teacher a couple years ago, and his classroom was right beside yours. He was a tall man, strong arms and a burly build despite being a physics teacher. His skin was a light brown, his eyes an amber color that was framed by his round glasses, and his face was framed by soft, well groomed and wispy locks of pitch black hair. He wasn’t well liked.

You, on the other hand, were very well liked, your students adored you, and those who weren’t your students envied the work your class did because of the program you set up. You were relatively smaller, and definitely thicker, but you were still gorgeous.

You were making tea in the teachers lounge when Tallis walked in, reading a book a reaching for a mug. “… What are you making?” He asked passively.