Mr. Knopfler

"Could it be that you want to come to me, Mr?" The man asked, looking at John with a smile. John swallowed hard. That smile... bloody hell.
"Eh... depends on who you are." He said with a dry mouth.
"Oh. How rude of me." The man grinned and held out his hand. "Mark. Mark Knopfler. I guess you're Flora's father, right? You're the only one I have an appointment with today." John nodded and shook his hand. Holy shit, his hands were so comfortable. They were rough, but they were so warm and John couldn't help but notice how perfectly their hands fit together.

What if John was a single parent with a daughter who is really bad at English grammar? What if John falls for his daughter's English teacher? What if this English teacher is a dork who's been looking for somebody to love his whole life? Well, go and find out!

Mark Knopfler X John Illsley