A mother was talking to Hunter about her daughter, her enthusiasm evident as she spoke. Hunter listened politely, though he inwardly wished to leave. He rolled his eyes subtly, recognizing the familiar pattern of the conversation. It was the same discussion he'd endured thousands of times before, repeating once again, with mothers eager to match him with their daughters.

“ That all sounds interesting ma'am, I gotta keep going, you know I work as a teacher. ”

The male spoke kindly just wanting to get out of there, since, he kept a balance between his underground life and the life of being a teacher.