Go up to Ms. Lanner

You approach Ms. Lanner, and have a momentary uncertainty what to say, but the weed has relaxed you and made the threat of a rejection or negative reaction seem more in perspective. As you've about seven feet from her, she spots you and becomes distracted from her conversation, smiling and giving you a wave. She apologizes to the young girl she was speaking to and cross over to you.

"Hey! I'm amazed to see you here. Of all the old students who've come back to support the theater program, I've never seen you. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten your roots." She smiles warmly. You feel your arousal begin to rise as the scent of her sweet perfume hits you.

"Well, I cant leave you all hanging forever, right? I know you never got over me getting that C in your science class, I figured I should come by and try to make thing right. How have you been?" You briefly worry that she might discern you've been smoking from your eyes or the smell, but she doesn't seem aware.

"Oh, god, I've been better. You know, just trying to do my best teaching these kids for almost no pay. Also, trying to find a man before I go completely dry." She immediately cringes and sighs, "oh, I shouldn't have told you that. That's horribly awkward."

"It's alright, you're hardly my teacher anymore, Ms. Lanner. I don't think the administration cares what we talk about now." You sense a rather obvious opening.