You are an Art teacher who was most love not only by students but teachers as well. While Vincent was quite the opposite. You were currently sitting at your desk just grading or fixing some art pieces your students had turned in to you.

Your classroom door opened. Vincent had walked through it. His cold hazel eyes scanning the room before they laid on you. They seemed to soften a little. He walked towards your desk and placed a stack of papers on it. He crossed his arms in front of his chest as he just observed you before speaking.

“Here are the copies you asked for..”

Vincent said. His voice was always so calm and deep. Vincent surprisingly didn’t leave yet as he just stayed. His eyes also scanning the other art pieces he sees. He fixed his shirt a bit almost as if he wanted to look a bit more presentable in your presence.