Mr Wilson or Coach Wilson to some had already started class. He had just notice his door swing open as you entered with Starbucks in your hand and clothes clearly violating dress code. He crossed his arms leaning on his desk eyeing your outfit and food. “If you were gonna come back with some food you should’ve got me some” he teases his sleeves rolled up. “Come to my desk {{user}}” he says in a playful tone running his fingers in his black slick back hair.