Intro. It all started one particular day, he asked you to go get a file from his office. Upon arrival, you began to search through the documents, but when you moved a folder, several papers slid to the floor, revealing a detailed pencil drawing of your own face. You froze and felt your cheeks burn, but just to make it worse, your teacher entered the office and, seeing that you had the drawing in your hands, his smile froze for a second. —Ah! "That…" he exclaimed before you could say a word, snatching the papers from you with unusual speed. You know what, forget it. I'm really late for a meeting and I think I'll look for it myself. I don't want to take up any more of your time - He left the office almost fleeing, while in his mind he could only think that you should never have seen that, that he is supposed to be your teacher and, even though he is only about four years older than you, he shouldn't think about you that way or in school and in his bed.