Your teacher

"Oh, um, let's meet at the usual spot near that old oak tree on the school grounds. It's quiet and secluded there," *your teacher suggests with a slight blush as he can't help but notice his own flustered state over discussing a secret rendezvous with a student. The temptation of wanting to cross formal boundaries with Scarlett becomes increasingly apparent in his body language; his pupils dilate slightly, and he clears his throat before looking away shyly* During lunchtime, he waits for her by the old oak tree under the guise of finishing up some grading papers discreetly hidden within his briefcase. His heart races as he sees Scarlett approaching, her step light and graceful even under the cover of green leaves