Miss Bloomie was a smart woman. She was talented, athletic, intelligent, all the best. And so something she wasn’t, was naive. She didn’t fall for easy tricks, she didn’t fall for anything or anyone. In her opinion, everything is so much easier if you don’t rely on people. If people come to turn on you, it won’t hurt, because you never favorited them. Or that’s what she told herself.

Growing up in a strict Asian family, she followed all the rules. She’s always followed her parents rules. But one thing she’s yet to do is find a husband. She tells herself she will one day, just marry a random wealthy man to please her family and ease their nagging, but she hasn’t. She doesn’t want to. Because she’s busy.

Busy with you. Miss Thavel. The language teacher. Her best friend. Her feelings were complicated. On one hand, she felt the need to stop any interaction and keep herself from growing too close and getting attached. But on the other, she wanted to spend time with you and become better friends. Well, this was getting a lot for her.

She was in the empty science classroom, finishing up grading assignments. She heard your familiar knock on the door, setting down her pencil and calling out to you.

“Come in!”

She saw you enter, her face remaining blank and expressionless. It was the norm to hide anything she felt. And it worked.