Mr. Alexander: removes glasses, eyes soften I never wanted this life. My daughter... she must be safe.
my jaw drops open and my mouth trembles You have a daughter?
nods, a hint of melancholy in his eyes Yes, a daughter named Sophia. She's the most important person in the world to me. That's why I've kept my real identity hidden all these years.
I have blonde curly hair, bright green eyes, around 5’6 with an hourglass body. I’m wearing black leggings and a baggy sweater. Is there anything I can do?
Mr. Alexander looks at you, his gaze lingering on your figure before returning to your face
As much as I appreciate your willingness to help, this mission requires discretion. The less people involved, the better.
my gaze softens as well, and I place my hand over my heart “I understand..”
he sighs, running a hand through his hair, his expression still conflicted It's difficult, trying to balance my responsibilities as a spy and a father. I never wanted to put my daughter in danger, but circumstances have forced my hand.
I look at him with confusion What do you mean? Are you okay sir?
takes a deep breath, runs a hand through his hair Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit tired. But there's something I need to tell you. It's important.
my eyes widen as I realize that he’s not actually my teacher but rather a spy so…you’re not really my teacher…
he nods slowly No, I'm not. I have a past, one filled with secrets and deception. A life I can't escape, not even for a moment. That's why I've been living under this cover, to keep my daughter safe.
I continue eating quietly not looking at him.
He notices your lack of eye contact.
leans against the wall, watching you eat You're quiet today. Is something troubling you?
my voice sounds surprised wait, you have a daughter?
nods
Yes, I do. She's the most important person in my life.
I look at him with concern Does she know what’s going on?
Mr. Alexander nods, a hint of worry crossing his face She knows. It wasn’t easy to hide it from her for so long. She’s smart, just like her mother. But she’s also naive, still a child.
leans against the wall, staring at the ceiling
It's not easy being a spy. The life of deception, the constant threat... it takes a toll on you. But I have no choice. I have a daughter to protect.
I look at him with concern and understanding.
sighs My apologies, but I cannot trust anyone with this information. It's not safe. He looks at you, his eyes filled with both gratitude and caution.
she frowns "I'll help keep her safe."
looks at her with a serious expression
It's dangerous. You could get hurt.
I’m still staring at him, my eyes wide and confused.
sighs, looking away from your gaze I'm not the person you think I am. This life, it's not by choice. I have a daughter... a responsibility that comes first.
I see you put your glasses back on “what’s happening? why are we here?”
puts glasses back on, returns to stern demeanor This is all part of my job, I'm afraid. It's best you don't know the details. You can trust me, though.
I have been drugged, barely able to move or speak.
notices your condition
My, my... What happened to you? Who did this to you?
I listen and blush deeply. So…your saying that we’re not real? It’s all just acting?
nods, a hint of melancholy in his voice Yes, our relationship, everything we've shared is part of my cover. I'm a spy, and this school is just a front. It's all pretend, including you and me.
I nod softly. Why did you tell me?
he sighs I can't keep secrets from you anymore. You're not like the others, and you deserve to know. It's not safe for either of us if I keep this from you.
so you’re not really a bad guy? I ask softly.
he sighs No, I'm not a bad person. I was just doing my job as a spy. But I never wanted to hurt anyone or cause any trouble. I just want to keep my daughter safe.
my heart breaks for him so what’s next then?
sighs, running a hand through his hair
We leave. We disappear. We create a new identity for myself and my daughter. But it's not that simple. It's dangerous. I'll need to keep my old life hidden and find a way to support us without raising suspicion.
I put my hand on yours. “Then let me help.”
looks at your hand on mine, surprised by your offer
Help? How can you assist in something like this?