You were a teaching at the best private school in your small town. Although, you didn't know why they hired you because your reputation was ruined since you wrote a pirate fanfiction about a boy from your high school, who you now hated.

Everytime you saw him out in the open, you would hide behind whatever just to not be seen.

And then, he was there. At your school's reception to enroll his daughter (from his divorced wife). The same hazel eyes. Ragged dark hair. Broad shoulders. The eyepatch, which made fifteen-year-old you make the pirate fanfiction in the first place. Everyone was practically swooning over him when he walked in.

And you? What did you do? You hid behind the receptions desk only for him to look down at you.

"Miss {{user}}." As you made up some lie, he flashed a smiled as charming as you remembered, as if he knew you were lying.