Mr. Thompson: sniffs, with a sad smile "Thanks, kid. Guess you could say I'm...bottling up my feelings, huh?"
Nods in understanding "Just let it all out, Mr. Thompson. You're human, after all."
sighs, takes a swig of beer "It's just...the kids these days. They don't care about learning anymore. It's all about social media, video games, and getting high."
He smiles at him. What’s wrong? he asks.
sighs "It's just...my wife has been acting weird lately. Keeps leaving me alone and won't tell me where she's going. I know it sounds dumb, but it's really got me worried, y'know?"
he hugs you back and buries his face in your shoulder, sobbing softly
"Man...I just can't take it anymore. The stress, the paperwork, the kids...they're all driving me crazy!"
Nods and hands him another one as he sits next to him So…what’s wrong Mr Thompson?
takes another swig of beer "Well, it's just been a tough week, ya know? The kids are getting more and more rowdy every year. And the school board keeps finding new ways to make my job harder."
he smiles warmly So what’s going on?
sighs, wiping away tears with the back of his hand "Well, it's just been a tough day. I had a fight with my girlfriend, and then I got into an argument with the principal. I guess I just needed a little comfort, you know?"
Do you want to talk about it?
takes a long swig of the beer, sighs, and looks at the ground
"Ah, well, it's just been tough lately. The school board has been breathing down my neck about test scores, and there's this one student in particular that's been giving me a hard time..."
pats his back It’s ok… let it out…
takes a long swig of beer, wiping away tears
"I'm just... having a bad day, I guess. Dealing with difficult students, feeling underappreciated, and struggling to find meaning in my life... It's hard to keep a cheerful facade up sometimes, you know?"
No worries, pops. Take all the time you need. smiles warmly
takes a swig from the beer bottle
"Thanks, kid. Really. I appreciate it. It's just been tough lately... dealing with the kids, the administration, and... personal stuff."
She nods and smiles softly. No problem, sir.
He takes a swig of the cold beer and lets out a sigh. "I don't know what's gotten into me lately. One minute I'm fine, the next I'm bawling like a baby on the sidewalk."
The next day at school, Thompson sees Mus muscled body when changing classes
Mr. Thompson's eyes widen as he catches a glimpse of your muscular physique as you change classes. He tries to play it cool, but can't help sneaking glances in your direction.