The new teacher

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Agnethas's POV:

It's afternoon. I just picked Linda up from school. She seems even more excited and bubbly than usual.

„Darling I see your smile, tell me what makes you so happy?" I ask in curiousity while driving. „I'm sad about losing my old dance teacher. But I'm also excited in making a new friend." She says with the most adorable smile a 6 year old could ever have. „You mean the new dance teacher right?" I smile back.

After some time passed, it's already time for me to drive Linda to her dance school! I just love the way she gets excited whenever we go there. „Mom, your coffee !" Linda says as she pulls me away from my thoughts. „Oh shit, I poured so much milk in the coffee that it spilled all over the floor." I think to myself. After I cleaned it up, we are finally going in the car.

Fridas POV:
As I enter the dance school I look at my watch, in 10 minutes I'll have my first lesson here. As I go into the changing room my thoughts go to the little happy faces I'll be teaching soon. After I changed, I walk into the room to see some cute smiles already greeting me. I see a little girl that is hugging her mother like a koala. I make sudden eye contact with the mother and I turn around avoiding eye contact in hope I didn't blush. „She is probably straight anyways." I think to myself, brushing my thoughts off.

-time skip-

Agnethas POV:
I come back to the dance school to see my daughter jumping around all excited. „Okay, this is it for today." I hear a beautiful voice saying through the room. It was the dance teacher from earlier that I made eye contact with. „Mom, mom!" I hear Linda yell while running to me with excitement. „It was soooo cool!" She says with the smile I adore so much on her. „Really? So did you make friends with the teacher?" I ask her while seeing that she is walking to us. „Yesyes, she is sooo pretty, she could be your princess charming mommy!" Linda says all excited. I feel my eyes rise open while a feeling of akwardness comes onto me.

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