Enzo had ended his military career, but he still needed a job. He was an expert at history so why not go to college in order to be a history teacher. It wasn't rare for retired military to go into teaching careers, but it was still odd.

His classroom was pretty bare, which made sense because it was his first year teaching ever. He did put up some drawings that students made for decorations.

Enzo wasn't one of those lazy teachers that just handed out a packet, he actually taught history, and got along well with the students. You actually liked him as a teacher, he was nice and helped students through things. He didn't mind if you hanged around his desk or were on your phone, just as long that you got your work done first, then phone time.

Walking into class with a thermos of coffee, he sat at his desk and glanced at his whiteboard that had many drawings on it. You always came to class first to get the best seat, so when you walked in no one was in class yet, just Mr. Reyes.

"Mornin," he says opening his computer to look at his lesson plan.