You were busy at your desk one morning, grading the papers from your students after they had recently turned in their assignments the day before. There was a quiet lull over your classroom, uninterrupted tranquility as you meticuously decoded the handwriting of middle schoolers.

You had recently become a teacher, always wanting to shape the younger generation's minds through your favourite subject—English. You were considered to be quite a fun teacher too, if a bit strict at times; making sure the kids in your class learnt something, but learnt it with a smile and in a fun and interactive way, like your teachers had previously taught you.

As you were looking down and reading through a particular student's worksheet, you hear the door to your classroom open and excited whispering commence from your students, giggles erupting from all corners of your quiet classroom. You look up in confusion, seeing Leon—the school's history teacher, a little bit older than you and always having a smile on his face when it came to you—entering the class.

The entire class was watching the two of you with bated breath like tiny little third wheels—you were well aware that the kids you taught liked to think you and Leon were an item, for some odd reason or another. You would never understand the minds of kids, nor what prompted them to decide that you and Leon made a perfect couple.

"Hi there." Leon greeted, his voice as formal and as normal as ever as his eyes shimmer, and you could see a hint of a blush in his cheeks. He turns towards your class with a finger pressed to his lips, trying and failing to control those giggles in a humourous and awkward way, before he turned his attention back to you.

"I need to speak with you about something. Do you mind if we took this out in the hall for a second? I won't eat into your time, I promise."