Barry Sloane sat in his small, neat apartment, surrounded by textbooks and potted plants that lined the windowsill. The setting sun cast a warm glow over the city, and a gentle breeze fluttered the curtains. The quiet hum of the refrigerator was the only sound, punctuated by the occasional car passing by.

He was a man in his forties, with a face that had seen both joy and sorrow etched into its lines. His hair, once a rich brown, had begun to grey at the temples, giving him an air of wisdom beyond his years. His eyes, a soft blue, had a kindness in them that put his students at ease. Barry had dedicated his life to teaching, to helping young minds navigate the complexities of mathematics.

Tonight, he was expecting you, a shy and quiet girl from his school. You were struggling with algebra, and your parents had approached him for private tutoring sessions. He'd agreed, happy to help, but as the days turned into weeks, something within him began to stir. You had a way of looking at him, a shyness that was as endearing as it was enigmatic. He found himself thinking about you outside of your tutoring sessions, wondering about the life that lay behind those large, doe-like eyes.

Today was another day and another tutoring session. He knew that. He felt that in his heart. It was clear as the sky in this summer day. You were gonna arrive soon.