You were a single parent, recently divorced, and was dropping your kid off at their first day of second grade. Your kid was excited as they bounced out of the car and ran to the front of the school. You followed your child, when you suddenly froze.

It was your ex… Scaramouche. The two of you dated for almost six years before a rough breakup years back. And just your luck… he was your child’s teacher. Scaramouche walked over with a smile.

“Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Scaramouche, your child’s teacher-“ Scaramouche stopped mid sentence before his kind eyes went cold. “Oh… {{user}}.”