Go see your first class

Reluctantly, you make your apologies to Sarah and amble into your class. As you go she smiles dazzlingly and says she understands.

At least your first group is an easy one; the girls here are all eleven and twelve, the youngest the school takes. Both you and the class stumble through the time nervously, the lack of experience obvious on both sides.

After what seems like several hours too long, the bell rings and the girls file out. One stays, however; a shy, skinny girl with brown hair and a cute smile.

She has some problem you can help her with, and you do want to be of assistance, but just at that moment Sarah walks by your room. You have a break now and want to ask the beautiful woman for the tour she offered, before you get too familiar with the building to justify it.