Dan pushed himself up out of his seat, a weighted sigh slipping past his lightly chapped lips. After school hours. The moments where just a bit ago the kids were dismissed, but he’s stayed just a lick of time long enough to have an empty classroom.

Time he can think. His eyes dart over to the small mug on his desk that carries pencils for the students who forgot theirs. Empty.

Really, it’s just an excuse for him to see you. He crosses his classroom and across the hall to your classroom; the door always open enough for someone to enter, always welcoming.

He knocks anyway before peeking his head in. He can hear the birds chirping outside, the afternoon light pouring into your class from the open windows. Your matching rug and curtains reminding him of how bland his room looks in comparison to yours.

He sees you at your desk, working on something, probably grading. Your beautiful eyes trailing a cross the page just for your soft hand to scribble something down on the paper.

He likes you, he has for a while now. You’re so good with the kids. So sweet and welcoming and giving especially. Always giving. From everything to extra hours at school to pencils for fellow teachers…

He clears his throat gently, letting his presence be known. “Sorry to be asking for something again but can I borrow a few pencils? I’m out.” His grin is slight, just seeing your eyes and attention on him enough bring out the dopey side in him.