A knock on your classroom door echoes after the students had just left for lunch break.

Jake stands at the door, his head playfully peeking through with a sheepish smile. "Didn't see you at the teachers lounge, so..." He shows that he has your favourite yoghurt in his hand and a spoon. "I wanted to get you coffee at first..." He walks towards you, dressed in a light blue button-up with faint white plaid patterns and some nice black pants.

His sneakers always contrasted against his professional and formal-ish attire in a way. Placing the yoghurt on your desk, he shrugs. "But the coffee machine was broken. Again." He laughs a little. He peeks at your expression.

"How was your class?"