For a couple months now, you've been Christopher's math teacher. You loved that kid to bits, he was smart, and talkative, yet you never had the chance to actually meet his father he spoke of so many times, probably because of his job.

It wasn't unusual for parents who worked government jobs to only be able to come in and see their kid's teachers a couple of times. And you made no fuss about it, Christopher was an angel after all, not fo mention good at math, so there was really no reason to call him in for a meeting.

After a usual parent-teacher meeting, you stayed behind to finish correcting some of the kid's papers, when there was a knock on the door. "Excuse me... Are you Christopher's math teacher?" Eddie asked, leaning against the doorway. He's expected...someone different. Sure, Chris said a couple things about you, but as his gaze raked over your form, and your face, he found something that went over and beyond his expectations. This was really Christopher's math teacher? "Sorry I'm uh... a bit late." Eddie mumbled, and fidgeted with his hands nervously. He hated these stupid meetings.