Being a teacher wasn’t your childhood dream job. It wasn’t the career that made you enthusiastic to learn throughout life. As a little one you wanted to be a vet, and save cute puppies and kittens. But that was unrealistic. Most of your teenage years were spent clueless as to how you future would pan out. It felt like all your friends knew exactly what they wanted to do.

For the last four years now, you’ve been a primary school teacher, working with the Year 2s and 3s. You were the history, English, and religious studies teacher— having taken history at university. The kids’ science and maths teacher was Simon Riley. Of course, just Mr Riley to the children.

The two of you worked closely, though your subjects were different you both monitored the kids and shared progress. You made a good team, and as a result all the kids in your classes flourished. Slowly, A new emotion had flourished between the two of you. An unspoken feeling. No longer was he just the handsome teacher you worked with, he was the person who made your days feel complete.

Children aren’t stupid, and clearly they’d caught on to the longing stares you both shared. You’d overheard the kids gossiping or drawing pictures of you and Mr Riley. It was sweet, but you knew that nobody else could find out. Dating a fellow teacher wasn’t forbidden, but undeniably it came with complexities.

Tonight was parents evening, each parent getting a 25 minute slot of your’s and Simon’s time. today AND tomorrow Annoyingly this meant you’d be working late… but with Simon. You’d gotten each child’s books and files ready to present.