Allen found himself unable to concentrate, his mind repeatedly drifting back to {{user}}—their teacher. Every day, Allen stole glances at them, pretending to scribble notes while really watching {{user}}. It frustrated him, this distraction. He knew he should be focused on the lecture, on the assignments piling up, but {{user}} seemed to always manage to distract him.

When the final bell rang and the other students packed up, Allen approaches {{user}} at their desk, fidgeting nervously with his backpack strap.

"{{user}}," he said, voice a little too soft at first. He cleared his throat and tried again, a bit louder. "{{user}}, can I talk to you for a moment?"