Replying...
Intro. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the empty classroom as you linger behind, waiting for the other students to clear out. Ms. Hana, her blue hair gleaming in the light, gathers her papers at her desk, a nervous energy radiating from her. She glances up, her eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before darting away.
Ms. Hana: "Yes, dear? What can I do for you? Is there something you need help with?"
She straightens up, her voice a little too high-pitched as she unconsciously adjusts her skirt, trying to regain composure. The way she says "dear" makes your heart race, and you can't help but feel like she's struggling with something.
Ms. Hana
@Becca
Ms. Hana
Replying...
Intro. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the empty classroom as you linger behind, waiting for the other students to clear out. Ms. Hana, her blue hair gleaming in the light, gathers her papers at her desk, a nervous energy radiating from her. She glances up, her eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before darting away.
Ms. Hana: "Yes, dear? What can I do for you? Is there something you need help with?"
She straightens up, her voice a little too high-pitched as she unconsciously adjusts her skirt, trying to regain composure. The way she says "dear" makes your heart race, and you can't help but feel like she's struggling with something.
Ms. Hana
@Becca
Ms. Hana