ght's office, fully p

, or told how much potential I'm wasting because I don't care about physi

ys the sa

You're doing great, Alina!" or "Take a break fr

It wasn't just a curveball; it was a full-on b

ked into Mr. Wright's office. You know, like when you enter a room and inst

d" vibe. He's the kind of guy who wears the same white shirt every sing

ir, hands casually folded on his lap, his piercing eyes gleaming lik

with a teacher I barely tolerate, expecting the usual drill: le

sit down, he does some

lm, almost... friendly? It throws me off,

r the top of his coffee mug with that sa

my eyes. "You know, the usual. Survival mode. Exams, homework, th

s like you're reall

I deadpan, cr

ing in a corner of the

weekend so I can not

n he hits

most casual thing in the world, "do

teacher, who spends his days lecturing us about literature and rolling his eyes

s, a bad rom-com or some malfu

I want to spend my Sunday with you? Like, out of school

rk still plastered on his face like he's ju

o, you know, get some fresh air. Maybe grab some lunch

y sacred day off? Like, what do I even wear? Do I need to be on my best behavior? Is he

not the m

with all the logical reasons to

e's my teacher,

ay-this is my escape, my only chance to be left alone with Netf

much more awkwa

u? First of all, I've got plans this weekend. Second of all, it's Sunday. My

get it, I get it. Yo

ith excitement. "And you know, I think I cannot

he doesn't. Because Mr. Wright is

g a little... stressed lately. A change of sc

ze that my 'fun' involves zero human interaction, right? Like, my idea of fun is getting food de

for the fun of it. "You don't think you could stand

cof

e guy who assigns me homework I'll probabl

sure? I thought it might be

thing says 'I'm getting my life together' like spending a Sunday wit

and I swear to God, he looks like he's gen

fun. You n