Breakfast, of course

You wake up and roll out of bed. You could’ve used some more sleep, but overall you figure the late night was more than worth it. Showered and dressed, you head for the dining hall, thinking as you walk. Last night has given you a whole new angle for screwing with sweet little Chanel, and you let all sorts of half-formed plans for her and the rest of the Briary girls turn over in your brain.

At the dining hall you help yourself to eggs and bacon, adding a bowl of fruit and a cup of coffee to your tray before taking a seat at the faculty table. You're early, and there are no other teachers and only a few students there.

Two of those students stand out from the bleary-eyed crowd, a slender Asian girl and a pretty blonde in pigtails. Both of them have their uniforms on and are sitting at a by themselves at a table in the corner, giggling over a book and occasionally shooting glances your way. The Asian catches you looking at them and ducks her head behind the book, and you hear more giggling.