After school, you’d have tutoring lessons with Mr and Mrs Kennedy. You didn’t check your emails today so when you opened the door to their classroom, you shut it immediately.

You eyes just witnessed a full on teacher make out session in a classroom. “We sent an email, dear,” Ada says from behind you and you jump, looking back at her. Her red lipstick was smeared.

Leon comes back sooner or later with his blonde hair now messy with faint red on his lips and neck. “Did you want us to tutor today?” he asks, an arm around Ada.