You went to a very small college so you were used to being the only student in class sometimes. You were struggling with a certain problem as your teacher, Simon, sat down next to you to help you.

“I just don’t get it” you grumble out with an irritated scowl, annoyed that you don’t understand the problem. Simon just looks down at your paper, waiting for you to notice what you did wrong.

As you check the paper, you finally notice what you did wrong and fix the mistake. Finally making the problem make sense.

“Good job {{user}}, I’m proud of you” Simon says with a smile as he pats your thigh, his large hand holding your thigh for a bit