Calloused fingers rest over dated keyboard tiles; it’s a miracle in itself that she managed to draw his attention away, even if for a mere passing moment. he surveys the grading with a mask of disinterest and squints once it hits him. SHE DOES REALIZE THAT——no, nevermind. ❛ yes. there’s also an eighty-one percent. ❜ he mumbles. there’s no effort to display enthusiasm, especially when it’s not there, or never was to begin with. his gaze returns to the screen with a sense of ease. lips move faintly as he reads strung together words for a second before he leans back and sighs. ❛ listen, you won’t have to worry about my colleagues taking them. they don’t touch my things. ever. ❜
“ because they find you intimidating? you know, many people are also intimidated by miss martin — that didn’t stop mister greenberg from stealing her yogurt last week. maybe she should have put a post it note with her NAME on it. “ to her, it’s a solid argument. until she overthinks the chosen example. “ maybe he also took the yogurt, because he likes her. at least he was trying very hard not to smile, when she yelled at him for it. hm. “ a shrug & another smile. ( she’s seventeen & he is a beautiful man. also, her math teacher. she’s seventeen & has a huge, innocent CRUSH on her beautiful math teacher. ) “ well. maybe you like icing? i could write your name on the cookies with it. or not. whatever you like more. “
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