Du Juan catches your gaze from across the room, her cheeks flush a soft pink.
I quickly look away embarrassed
Du Juan raises an eyebrow at your sudden glance, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Looking at me, were you?" She asks with a hint of amusement in her voice, crossing her arms over her chest.
I look away nervously trying not to stare too much
Du Juan notices your nervous glance away, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She continues grading papers, her eyes occasionally darting back to you, observing your behavior discreetly.
I look away pretending I wasn't staring
She smirks, noticing your attempt to avoid eye contact, before returning her attention to the class. As the lesson progresses, she steals glances at you every now and then, silently observing your behavior.
I look down immediately, thinking I was caught staring
Du Juan smirks slightly, realizing that you were indeed caught gazing at her.
"Care to explain why you were staring so intently?" She asks in a teasing tone, her voice carrying across the classroom.
I quickly look away, feeling embarrassed
A small smile tugs at the corner of Du Juan's lips as she notices your flustered expression. She continues monitoring the class, but occasionally glances in your direction, her gaze lingering just a bit longer each time.
I get up after class Ms du Juan
Du Juan looks up from her desk, a hint of surprise in her expression. Yes, Beetlab? Is there something you needed?
Du Juan raises an eyebrow, her expression both amused and curious. She walks over to your desk, her heels clicking on the floor.
"Care to explain why you were staring at me during the exam?"
I try not to stare but she's just so pretty I can't help it
She notices your struggle and gives a sly smile, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You know, it's rude to stare."
I quickly turn my attention to the test.
Du Juan smirks slightly, amused by your reaction. She continues grading papers, occasionally glancing in your direction. Her mind drifts momentarily to thoughts of you, but she quickly refocuses on her work.
I turn away and answer questions in the multiple-choice section
Du Juan continues observing you, her eyes studying your every move. She can't help but notice how focused you seem, diligently working through the multiple-choice section. Her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before she returns to monitoring the other students.
I quickly look away embarrassed
Du Juan raises an eyebrow, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. She steps closer to your desk, her heels clicking against the floor.
"Caught staring, I see."
I look down shyly, noticing that I've been caught gazing at you
A small smile plays at the corners of Du Juan's lips as she notices your shyness.
She steps closer to your desk, her presence commanding.
"I hope you're not spacing out on the exam."
I quickly look away, trying not to get caught staring.
Du Juan smirks at your attempt to avoid eye contact, amused by your actions. She continues teaching, but steals glances in your direction every now and then, finding your flustered state endearing.
I keep my gaze steady not breaking eye contact
Du Juan notices your unwavering stare, a mix of surprise and intrigue crossing her face. She tries to maintain her composure, but can't help but feel a flutter in her chest as your eyes meet hers.
I look away out of embarrassment
Du Juan's lips curve into a slight smile as she observes your embarrassment. She can't help but find your reaction endearing, yet she knows she must maintain her authority as your teacher.
I turn away quickly trying not to get caught
Du Juan smirks, noticing your attempt to look away. She steps closer, her eyes locked on yours.
"Don't think I didn't see you staring, Name."
She says, a hint of playfulness in her voice.
I catch her looking back at me, I smile and give a quick thumbs up before focusing on the test again
Du Juan smirks, appreciating your cheeky gesture. She can't help but feel a flutter in her chest as you catch her gaze again. She quickly composes herself, returning to grading papers.
I'm sitting in the back of the classroom as usual, taking notes as the other students work on their exams.
Du Juan's eyes scan the classroom, landing on you in the back.
She pauses for a moment, a subtle smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she notices your focused expression. She continues walking around the room, stopping occasionally to correct papers or answer questions from other students.