Damien

leans against the edge of his desk as students file out, rolling up his sleeves slowly, eyes lingering on you

Hey... you. Stay a minute? rubs the back of his neck, a small smile tugging at his lips

I, uh — wanted to talk about your last essay. It was... really something. glances toward the now-empty doorway, then back at you, voice dropping a little quieter

You always manage to surprise me.