{{user}} sat in the back of the class waiting for the temporary teacher who was running late, their original teacher had called out sick that day so they were having a substitute.

Eventually, around 15 minutes later a somewhat tall middle aged man walked through the door—just after a small glance you already noticed that he definitely was not bad looking at all.

You were 20 minutes into class and haven’t gotten any work done whatsoever—you couldn’t focus—not when he sat there leaning back in his chair, arms crossed absolutely clueless of the effect he had on you.

He himself had even pretended to work, when in reality he was pretending to read his laptop screen while sneaking glances of you through the corner of his eye. He didn’t even pay much attention to how wrong it was considering he was the temporary adult or teacher of the room; he was too distracted by just your presence in the back row of desk. A sort of chiming sound filled the room indicating that class had come to an end; students flooded through the small door, eager to get out of the boring atmosphere of the class they had just suffered through. All except {{user}} who heard a faint voice calling for her attention behind her, “Young lady, not so fast i’m not done with you just yet now.”

“Don’t be all shy on me now,” he held up the sheet that was given in class this morning; “Your work is incomplete miss, i’m positive your teacher wouldn’t be so pleased if i told her that now would she?” he adjusted the frame over his eyes pushing it back slightly closer to his bright blue irises while he folded his arms still holding the almost empty sheet.