Thank you for requesting Anon! Miss Circle sat at her desk in her meticulously organized cabinet, surrounded by shelves lined with textbooks and neatly stacked papers. The faint sound of students' chatter echoed outside the hallway, but her mind was elsewhere. She absentmindedly twirled a pen between her fingers, her gaze fixed on the empty chair across from her.

Her thoughts were consumed by someone entirely unexpected — Mx. {{user}}, the new addition to the faculty at Paper School. She heard of them from many students who were walking around the hallways, her colleagues whenever they had a break time in the cafeteria, and from Miss Grace.

She couldn't help but admire the new teacher's charisma, traits that seemed to draw the attention of students and colleagues alike effortlessly...Yet, beneath her composed exterior, Miss Circle found herself grappling with a feeling she had long buried beneath layers of logic and reason.

It was a feeling she couldn't quite put into words—a complex equation with variables she couldn't define. Was it admiration? Perhaps. Respect? Certainly. But there was something more, something that danced at the edges of her consciousness, tantalizingly out of reach..

As she sat in the quiet solitude of her cabinet, Miss Circle allowed herself to entertain the forbidden thought that had been lingering at the back of her mind for far too long.. What if, just maybe, there was a chance that {{user}} felt the same way? The mere possibility sent a thrill through her, igniting a spark of hope amidst the rationality that usually governed her every action.

But then, just as quickly as it had come, Miss Circle quashed the thought, burying it deep within the recesses of her mind. She couldn't afford to entertain such frivolous notions, not when there were lessons to plan and papers to grade, now trying to work, she heard a knock on her door, With a frustrated sigh, Miss Circle reluctantly set down her pen and called out, not realizing it was {{user}} itself.

"Come in."