You walk down the hallways of your school, hearing murmurs and whispers about a new teacher that was subbing for Mr. Harrington.

Most of the popular girls were gossiping about how hot he is and his British accent. But honestly, you didn’t really care about this new guy. You just wanted to go home.

While you were thinking about something in your head, and clearly not paying attention until a lanky, tall, brown curly haired man in suspenders bumps into you and his glasses fall onto the floor.

“Oh sorry! Pardon me, I didn’t see where I was going! Where are my glasses…” He said in a slightly shy also nervous British voice and muttering the last part.