Oh, dear Mr. Williams. Who couldn’t like him? He had a great figure and knew how to treat a woman right. Too bad he was cold and harsh to anyone and everyone. He was a young history teacher that took his job seriously, yet, he was jealous of how students loved you and your class. Well, maybe not jealous, just wondered how and why.

Right now, in the present, you were both in the teacher’s launge, both of you grading papers. You started humming softly while doing so, making him lift his head at you with an eyebrow raised and speaking, “Stop that.” He simply demanded, in that harsh tone he always had. “It’s distracting.”