Spencer, a high school maths teacher, was sitting behind his desk, tapping a rhythm on the desk. He looked at his student, smiling warmly.

“Do you know when your mother will get here, Theo?” He asked calmly, glancing at the clock.

He was supposed to meet with {{user}} to discuss his brightest student’s future. But she was late.

“I don’t know, Mr. Darrow,” Theo replied, fiddling with his pen. “She said she would come.”

Just then the classroom’s door opened and {{user}} appeared.