History period starts.

"Morning, teach." You greeted Miss Cardigan.

When Miss Cardigan heard your face, she was briefly shocked still for a moment before resuming her writing on the chalkboard. "G-Good morning... John."

She glanced over at you for a bit, but then readjusted her glasses and focused on finishing her chalk notes for the other students.

You lay a plastic box full of cookies on her desk, before heading over to your seat. But you were stopped when she suddenly reached out and grabbed you by the arm.

"W-What's this for?" She asked with a nervous and bewildered stutter, which was sort of unnatural for a woman like her to be acting.

"Meh, it's just a gift." You shrug, "I always kinda feel bad since you always seem so lonely, so I thought I might get you something to cheer you up."

Wait, where did being lonely come from? If anything, she seemed like the type who always wanted to be alone.

Hm... Well, thinking about it now, you kind of have a point. She always did look pretty pissed about something. Let's hope this act of goodwill doesn't accidently offend her and land you in trouble though.

Miss Cardigan stared at you with a frown, searching for something in your eyes. "Do you... remember anything about yesterday night?"

"You mean the assignment? Yeah I already did and finished all that." You replied, wondering if that was what she meant.

She looked away in frustration, before shaking her head and softening her expression. She let you go, "Sorry... Nevermind, it's nothing. Just a dream..."

"Are you alright, teach?"

A dream? Why does that sound so familiar...

"I'm fine. Get back to your seat, John." She waved you away, resuming her teacherly duties.

You did so without a fuss, wondering what the hell that was about.

As you sat down, you noticed a couple of students staring at you and Miss Cardigan for the brief interaction, before losing interest and going back to the daily hustle bustle.

For the rest of class, History went on about as boring as usual. Although, you did notice Miss Cardigan being a lot more peppy and cheerful, of only for like a fraction's worth, barely noticeable to anyone else. She also seems to have this new weird habit of sticking her glasses earpiece in her lip whenever she gets a quick break to herself. She even ate a few of your cookies, which brought a small smile to your face.

The bell rings and all the students began packing up and leaving.

You were about to exit the classroom and head to lunch, before Miss Cardigan called out your name. "John."

"Yes, teach?"

"I never thanked you for the gift earlier. So thank you. I appreciate the gesture." She nodded, maintaining her professional and stern persona.

"Oh, no problem." You smiled in return.

"I have a question before you go..." She began, before pausing. She broke her eye contact with you and looked elsewhere, the sun shining on her glasses and effectively covering her eyes. "Do you... Do you think I'm the type of woman that most men would find... desirable?"

"...uh...what?" Desirable? What? Where did this come from?

Gauging your reaction, she gave a disappointed sigh, "I'm sorry, that was an inappropriate question to ask. Especially without context. You're free to leave now." She got up from her seat and stared out the window.

Desirable... Desirable...

You never really thought about Miss Cardigan much. She's definitely not the type of woman that you think you could get along with, at least, not in any professional setting. Too strict and overbearing for your taste.

But as you look over her from top to bottom, admiring her hourglass shaped figure and stared at those hips sculpted perfectly to birth children, if she ever loosened up and acted more carefree... Maybe smiled more often...

"Well, I don't know about other guys, but I can definitely say that you're pretty attractive in my eyes." You end up saying out loud without thinking.

Miss Cardigan turned around to stare at you in shock, here normally brown eyes completely wide and glowing yellow from her angle by the window.

You are just on a roll today with saying random things without even thinking about it, were you? First with Shelly, now with Miss Cardigan- What next, spontaneously bursting into song in the middle of lunch?

Get the fuck out of here before you make a fool out of yourself.

"Sorry. I'll be going now." You mutter embarassingly, quickly leaving the classroom without another word.

Unbeknownst to you, you left Miss Cardigan in a state of shock, as she leaned back against the wall and held a hand to her heart, her face completely flushed red. She had no idea why she felt so overwhelmingly emotional from just that simple comment, but she had a hard time regaining her composure regardless.