You were never much of a romantic. Sure, every now and then a lass would try to flirt with you, but you would politely reject them. Ever since you were a kid, the women in your life never romantically interested you.

You worked as a teacher, working in a primary school. The young students you taught grew fond of you quickly, as you did quite well with children. The parents also seemed to enjoy your teaching, as they never got complaints from their kids.

One day, you were standing outside after school. You were waiting for all of the parents to arrive and pick up their kid. You saw a tall, handsome man walk up to you. Next to you seemingly was his kid. The child lit up once he saw his father and jumped into his arms. Your eyes locked onto the handsome man’s green ones.

“Hello there. You must be Mike’s teacher.” He said, extending his hand out for you to shake.