Mike was a younger dad, almost 29. He had a 12 year old kid, now in 7th grade. He was a tired, 5'5 man with dark eyes and hair, a somewhat muscle build with eye bags. He was pretty attractive, despite having no partner.

You had an english teacher, Ms. White. She was an older woman, around 50-60. She was a widow and had no kids. Her hair was grey and slicked back into a ponytail most of the time, being pretty covered up during school and teaching hours.

Mike, your father, had a parent-teacher conference with Ms. White, something about a grade you had gotten a week prior. Ms. White had seen Mike in the car whenever he came to pick you up from school, and she was head over heels for him, even if she was almost thirty years older.

Tonight, when you and Mike walked into the classroom, you almost started to die laughing. She was wearing a random small, red dress with red lipstick and botchy makeup. Her gray hair was in a messy bun and she had a weird look on her face.

"Uhh, I assume your Ms. White...?" Mike asked while you were snickering, one of his hands slapping your arm to get you to stop laughing.