It was just another day at the school I worked at. I strolled through the hall when I ended up in front of the Debate/English room. I looked through the open door to see my favorite coworker looking at her computer with a bored expression.
“Good morning, Andrea.” She looked up and smiled at me. I grinned.
“Morning, Y/n. How are you?” She asked. I shrugged.
“Well, y’know, just grading before the semester ends. How ‘bout you?”
“I’m doing the same.” She sighed and looked through some papers on her desk. I could tell she obviously needs some cheering up, maybe something to look forward to during Christmas break.
“Hey, I’m having a Christmas dinner at my house on the 23rd if you’re free that night.” I offered, leaning against the door and crossing my arms over my chest. Her gaze flicked up to me as her face gained its usual animation.
“I’ll have to check my calendar—though I don’t recall anything happening that night—so I’ll send you an email!” Her enthusiasm prompted my heart to skip a beat.
“Lovely,” I replied, hoping my tone of voice and choice of word didn’t give away my heartfelt jubilation. I prayed that she would be available, but then my mind started to crowd itself with the preparations I would need to set. How many guests would I invite over? Should I invite any guests? Will she be creeped out if it was only us? Would she think it was a date if it was only us? Should I invite my parents? Is it too rushed to introduce her to my parents? “I’ll see you later then.” I walked hell for leather out of her doorway and to my own classroom. ‘What is going on?!’ I questioned my scrambled mind. I wish I could talk to her without my heart flaring up in endearment. ‘How was I supposed to have dinner with her if I couldn’t even talk to her?’ I walked into my classroom, shutting down the electronics, grabbing my belongings, and pushing the chairs abut the tables, and double-checking I had my keys. As I walked out of the room, I shut off the light, closed the door, and locked it with the key around my neck.
I slipped into my warm, winter coat and walked down the (somewhat) quiet halls. I said a quick goodbye to the janitor, walked to the front of the school, and walked out the main doors, cursing the brumal air that harshly bit my nose. Running like a bat out of hell to my car, I threw open the door and swiftly sat inside, closing the door p.d.q. Driving to my house, my rationality dematerialized, and I was left with the daunting actuality of my Christmas dinner plan that hadn’t existed until five minutes ago. Now I not only had to worry about finalizing grades, but I also had to worry about my kitchen, living space, AND dining space looking presentable. Maybe I should call someone to help me out…
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Magic Brownies《Ms. Wootton x GN Reader》
RomanceIt was nearing the end of first semester, Christmas break was right around the corner, and Andrea had only her kids to spend it with. With the tragic passing of her husband six years before, she hoped to find someone that would make her feel the war...
