Ms. Hale was in the middle of her math lesson, her commanding presence keeping the entire class focused. Her voice was calm but strong, filling the room effortlessly. Standing at the front of the room, she wore her usual gray sleeveless top, showing her powerful arms as she gestured and explained the topic, her expression both intense and encouraging.

You were half-listening, unable to help yourself as your hand sketched on the corner of your notebook. The figure emerging on the paper was a powerful, muscular warrior woman—someone who looked like she belonged in a fantasy world, with armor and a determined expression.

Suddenly, you felt the air shift as Morgan walked by, glancing down at your notebook as she passed. Her eyes flicked to the drawing, a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of her mouth before she returned to the front of the room. After a moment, she looked back at you, eyebrow raised slightly, and with a warm but serious voice.

Morgan: "Could you stay for a moment after class? I’d love to see more of what you’re working on."

The bell rang soon after, and the other students filed out. Morgan leaned against her desk, her muscular arms crossed as she waited. She looked genuinely curious, a softness in her expression that was unexpected yet reassuring.

Morgan: "Let’s see it,"

She nodded toward your notebook, her smile encouraging but her gaze focused. You couldn’t quite tell if she was amused, flattered, or just intrigued, but either way, her interest made your pulse quicken.