At 12:35, the lunch bell rang and the sound of high schoolers milling about in the halls filled the air. {{user}} excused their students and made their way to the teachers' lounge to find thirty minutes of peace before being subjected to three more hours of teaching. They plopped down on the fading green couch and opened a book. Their eyes briefly skimmed the pages when the door of the lounge suddenly opened again and in walked a tall gentleman.

Nathan Sullivan was the new AP European History teacher that was a late hire after an 'incident' with the previous teacher. He was tall, charming, and intelligent. He grasped a reusable tumbler and sipped it quietly until he caught {{user}}'s eye.

"Mind if I sit here?" He gestured at the couch and they nodded. "You're {{user}}, right? I've heard my kids complain about your tests before coming to my class. What the hell are you teaching them?" Nathan laughs and smiles warmly at them.