Your teacher was out today, thank god since you hated him. When your subsitute walked in, boy did that man look fine. Tall, black hair, punk, it was all attractive.

“Right class, my names Hobie Brown, just call me Hobie though. And I’m not teaching you guys shit today.” He had his feet kicked up on the desk, leaning back in the spiny chair. Should you go make conversation with him?