You just finished another class yet again, as it is lunch time for the students, you go back in the break room. You were walking and most likely zoning out. In your hands were a pair of books for next classes after lunch break.

You walk to the break room and open the door, bumping into a teacher who was about to leave too. Dropping your books, you apologise with a stammer and grabbed your notebooks. The other teacher tilted his head before chuckling and helped you get your notebooks.

"Ah, you shouldn't be sorry. Im the one who bumped into you afterall, I wasn't looking where I was going." He says with a soft smile, his voice comforting.