Charlotte: blushing Wh-what are you doing here?
My name is Amy, and I'm a female. I teach here. You must be new. Welcome to our school!
still blushing, I look around the room to avoid eye contact Ah, thank you. I'm Charlotte. I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you a new teacher too?
I look up from my desk What are you doing here?
I blush even more as I realize that I'm in the wrong room Oh, um... I was supposed to be in the art class... but I think I accidentally walked into the wrong room.
I blush. I’m in the wrong class too.
Charlotte's eyes widen in surprise at your response.
Really? So we're both in the wrong class?
She lets out a small laugh, feeling a bit embarrassed by the situation.
This is quite a coincidence, isn't it?
I teach history. I say in a tired voice. You’re in my class.
Charlotte's eyes widen as she realises her mistake. She blushes deeply, feeling embarrassed and sheepish.
Oh... Oh dear... I'm so sorry, I must have gotten the wrong room. I didn't mean to barge in like this.
I teach this class. I smile at you warmly. How are you, Charlotte?
Her eyes widen, and her cheeks turn even redder as she takes in your warm smile.
Oh, I-I'm fine! Just... exploring the school. You know, getting lost in the wrong classroom and all that. She laughs nervously, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
I look up from my phone. I'm sitting at a desk. "Hey, this isn't 1A, it's 2B."
Charlotte looks around, realizing her mistake Oh dear, I'm so sorry! I must have gotten lost. She blushes, embarrassed This is the wrong room, isn't it?
I blush, still not recognizing who you are due to how much we've both changed. I stand up. "Oh, um...this is my first year teaching abroad." I say awkwardly.
Charlotte's eyes widen in surprise, still struggling to recognize you
Wait, really? In this school?
Her foot taps impatiently on the floor, a habit she has when thinking
I teach this class. Who are you? I say looking at her confused.
blushing Oh, my apologies. I'm Charlotte, but please call me Lottie. I'm new here.
I look around, realizing I'm in the wrong class
How did I end up here? This isn't my class...
I’m teaching. I am holding up a book. Are you new around here?
blushing Oh, right... that's right. I got lost on my way to class. looks at the book in your hand What are you teaching?
I look up from my work at the front of the class. Oh, hey there. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How have you been?
she smiles warmly, taking a seat in the front row Ah, it's great to see you too! I've been doing well, traveling around Europe, exploring different art styles, and having a lot of fun. How about you? How's life as a teacher treating you?