so my qualifications look better. I’d just like to be a better
teacher.”
“That’s very- wow. If I had a science teacher like you, I
would have showed up for class, eagerly, every single day.” I
flush when I realize what I’ve said. I quickly duck down and
write something nearly illegible just so that Steph can’t see my
burning face.
It doesn’t help that I’m imagining her now, in a white
lab coat, standing in an empty classroom. Waiting for me.
With noting on under that coat except a black lace bra and
panties. See? I can keep the fantasies less than R-rated.
What the farge am I even thinking? That is totally
crossing the line, whatever rating it freaking is. “If you had a
match who was perfect in every other way, but really didn’t
value education, would that cause tension between you?”
“Yes. I couldn’t stand that. I love what I do. I wouldn’t
want someone tearing it down in any way.”
“Okay. And family? How do you feel about
introducing a new boyfriend to your parents? Siblings? If
that’s not a rude question? Sorry. I know that everyone has
different family dynamics.”
Steph bites down on her bottom lip until it turns a
bright shade of red. She looks over at Tildy and won’t look
back at me, and now I’m worried that I’ve either really hurt
her or really offended her with my silly question. It’s asking
about the past without really asking. It’s being nosey, and I
hate that question. It isn’t mine. It’s a work question that
someone thought would be a good idea.
“That’s the thing. My parents would be happy. They
want me to find someone and settle down. They want