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At the address, Kyleâs head jerks up from the charcoal piece heâs working on, just now registering the presence of another person in the room. His first instinct is to melt into a smile, because hey, itâs Connor, but then his second instinct is to squint a little, because hey, wasnât he supposed to be eating lunch with the other teacher in his department today? âOh, shit,â he exhales, rubbing a hand over his face, totally forgetting its covered in black charcoal. âI definitely sent the wrong person a calendar notification. I mean, on the one hand, score, âcause youâre way hotter than Miss Margoyles, but yeah I definitely didnât mean to invite you to a âIntroductions and Lesson Plansâ lunch.âÂ
To Connorâs credit, there really isnât any time to stop Kyle from plastering his face with charcoal. Sure, there was enough time for the Kill Bill alarms to blare internally, but Connorâs only human when faced with a cute guy making a bad choice. â Huh. Well at least you calling me maâam makes a lot more sense. â One mystery down, Connor takes the seat opposite Kyle with a grin, and wipes just a little of the charcoal from Kyleâs chin. The rest can stay for just a little while longer. â We can call this something else, if you want? Or I can do an extremely terrible Miss Margoyles impression. Did you know the Impressionists only ever wanted to be fully Known? And I own a... cat? â












