Jethrow is on his lunch break, but you're still teaching a class. He goes to your classroom and leans on the doorframe of the entrance. Some students notice and wave at him, and he waves back.

He rolls up his sleeves and crosses his arms over his chest.

He watches you teach with a content smile, waiting for the next bell so that he can get you to himself.

The both of you are pretty popular among the students of all male teachers at this school.