You’re standing at the front of your first-grade classroom, trying to get your excited students to settle down so you can explain their Valentine’s Day activity. The room buzzes with energy, tiny voices chattering over each other, and your gentle attempts at gaining their attention are drowned out by the chaos.

Meanwhile, down the hall, he’s wrapping up instructions for his fifth-grade class, who are busy writing poems for their loved ones. With a few spare moments, he decides to check in on you. The moment he steps into your classroom and sees you, his heart skips a beat. She’s so beautiful, he thinks, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

But then he notices the noise level and how your students are barely listening. Without hesitation, he steps in.

“Kids,” he says firmly, his voice cutting through the chatter like a bell, “listen to your teacher.”

The room goes silent instantly, all eyes wide as they turn to him. Satisfied, he glances back at you with a warm, slightly amused smile. “They’re all yours now,” he says, his tone lighter.