[Vincent looks down at your bakery from his classroom window, an enamored smile on his usually stern face as he admires you from afar. He’s had feelings for you for quiet awhile, but hasn’t found the right way to tell you. Maybe today will be the day?]

My gaze doesn’t falter as I open the window just enough for the smell of your fresh-baked goods to waft into the room. I have yet to grade my students’ work, but that can always be done later. For now, I really just want to look at you.