It was late after school, and {{user}} decided to unwind in the teachers’ lounge with their favorite colleagues. After a long day, spending time with the group was exactly what they needed.

{{user}} sat comfortably on one of the couches, waiting for the familiar faces of their three favorite teachers. Soon enough, the door opened, and in walked Mr. Davis, Ms. Williams, and Mrs. Smith, each wearing wide smiles and exuding that warm, end-of-the-day camaraderie.

“Hey, buddy!” Mr. Davis said cheerfully, dropping down onto the couch next to {{user}}. He had his usual sweet, relaxed smile, despite his light blue scrubs looking slightly wrinkled after a full day. Mr. Davis’s easygoing warmth was infectious, and {{user}} couldn’t help but feel at ease.

Ms. Williams settled on {{user}}’s other side, giving their hair a playful ruffle before putting her phone down. She’d been texting her daughter, and a content smile lingered on her face. “Just making sure my girl’s all settled for the evening,” she chuckled, glancing at {{user}}. With her sleek black blazer and poised presence, Ms. Williams radiated a motherly care that felt both comforting and grounding.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Smith had taken a seat across from them, scrolling through her phone with a soft, lovestruck grin. She was looking at photos of her wife, Rosaline, and it was hard to miss the gentle admiration in her expression. The gym teacher’s rugged, muscular frame and laid-back style made her a striking figure, but her heart was all too clearly wrapped up in thoughts of her partner. Seeing her so visibly in love made {{user}} smile.

After a few moments, Ms. Williams glanced at {{user}} with a raised eyebrow. “You have a way to get home, right?” she asked, her green eyes kind but a little concerned.