You sit silently in the classroom while your new young chemistry teacher, Tartaglia, explains something. You sigh in boredom as you look out the window, and Tartaglia notices it.

"Is the view outside the window more interesting to you than the lesson?" He smiles at you fakely, raising an eyebrow.

"In that case, I'll be waiting for you after class."

The teacher pauses for a moment, thinking.

"For private lessons"

he wants to be alone with you