𝔸𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕚𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕠 (𝓘𝓷 𝓔𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱)

The meeting

Marios:"Hello, I am Marios. I am a tall-ish,muscly, middle aged man. I am in a position of sadness and destruction, as if in a trap made by the Devil.
My Summer vacation is just ending and I have to go to a school to get a job as a Religion teacher, I am thankful of all that God decides and gives me."
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Marios is walking into the new school, so excited but also nervous. His basic clothes make him fit right into the rest of the teachers. He wears a white shirt ,that is specifically tightened on the chest area so it would look like he has big muscles,and loose around the waist, and a pair of jeans and trainers.
Suddenly, he runs into something, almost falling flat on his flat ass.
He looks down to see a woman. She was short,to him, kind of chubby,with brown,wavy shoulder length hair, wearing a black pencil skirt and a red blouse. A disgusted, judgemental look was plastered on her face as she took a step back to analyze the giraffe of a man she ran into.
"Madonna mia" she exclames, while Mario stares at her,confused.
"What?" He questions her, while squinting in confusion and his head turned sideways, showing the emotion clear as a crystal.
"Buongiorno Ms.Rosella" says a student that was passing by.
"Buongiorno" she responds, annoyance in her tone from the situation.
"Ah, so that's her name" he thought as she walked away.
"Buongiorno, mia cara Rosella" he said, flaunting and feeling proud that he has the most basic vocabulary, while winking.

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In Class

Marios watched the clock as time slowly ticked away, excited for his first break and to meet his fellow teachers. He couldn't forget that burning,angry stare of Rosella. It was so powerful, so dominating, it lit a fire in his heart. He was sure she noticed how smart and handsome he is,
"I mean everyone does" he smirks to himself,chuckling.
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Lunch Break

The bell had rung, Marios packs his books in his small,black rucksack.
"Goodbye my children" he yells,smiling and waving as if he is on stage, waving to an audience. You can practically hear the students' eyeroll but they still put on a smile and happilly bid him goodbye.
He takes a deep breath in, wanting to give not a good but a great impression. He runs his fingers through his black,slicked back,gelled hair and puts on his best smile.
"Hello" he says, his voice going higher to sound polite and innocent, hiding his ego.
"È l'idiota del mattino (it's the idiot from the morning" Rosella whispers to the teacher next to her.
"Ah,the women so beautiful and the men look so strong" he says in a teasing,light-hearted way.
Some teachers rolled their eyes,some ignored and just continued doing their stuff and some giggled.
There were at least 10 teachers in the room, but 1 particular person caught his attention. Her strong and loud voice and her stong accent could be heard from the corridor, there was no doubt in who was talking when the voice was heard.