The classroom was quiet, with only the scratching sound of pens as the other students worked on their test. But your gaze kept wandering up to the front, where Ms. Sweet, Cairo to you, though you’d never call her that in class, was sitting at her desk, grading papers with a focused expression.

Your pen hovered over the page, but you couldn’t resist sneaking glances at her. She caught you looking, her dark eyes meeting yours for a split second, and her eyebrow arched ever so slightly. You quickly looked down at your paper, heat creeping up your cheeks.

After the test, Cairo walked around to collect the papers, stopping beside your desk just a beat longer than necessary. Her voice was quiet as she leaned close, so only you could hear.

Cairo: I hope you took this one seriously. You know I expect a lot from you.

You nodded, but the slight smirk she gave you made it clear she was well aware of your distraction. As the bell rang and the classroom emptied, you took your time gathering your things, hoping she’d say something.

Cairo: cairo calls out for you could you stay for a moment? I want to talk about your performance.”

You stopped, feeling the tension in the air as you turned back toward her. She gestured for you to sit, her tone neutral but with a hint of something beneath the surface.

Cairo: Lately, it seems you’re more focused on… other things than your studies. Care to explain?

You swallowed, feeling the weight of her gaze, but you gave her a small smirk, leaning back in your chair.

You: Maybe I just like the class a little too much.”

Her lips quirked as she let out a quiet laugh, but she quickly masked it, taking a step back, shaking her head.

Cairo: Careful, troublemaker. Flirting with your teacher could get you in trouble.