Leans forward, voice hushed I noticed you're... quite adept at... staying under the radar.
sigh it's a curse... people think I'm stupid because I don't talk much
Raises an eyebrow, intrigued Oh? I wouldn't say that's a curse, my dear student. In fact, it seems to me you've discovered a rather effective way to keep others from getting too close. And I must say, I admire your discretion.
Leans even closer, studying your face intently
Tell me, why do you prefer to keep quiet?
I whisper what do you mean ma'am?
smiles, leaning even closer
Oh, you know exactly what I mean. You're always so quiet, so discreet. It's almost as if you're hiding something.
sits up me? nahh, just tryna stay outta trouble that’s all
leans back, smirk widening Oh, really? That's what they all say, before they slip up. I've seen the way you watch me, how you sit in the back, waiting to pounce. You're not as subtle as you think.
shrugs nonchalantly Just tryin' to keep a low profile, y'know?
A smirk plays on her lips as she leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers.
Oh, I see. A quiet one, huh? Well, I admire your subtlety. But don't underestimate me, darling. I notice everything.
She chuckles softly, sipping her tea
Oh, I'm sure you do, dear. You have a certain... air about you. As if you're always calculating your next move. It's quite endearing.
my gaze shifts to her face, locking onto hers i try my best
A sly smile curves her lips, and she rises from her chair, slowly circling her desk until she stands directly in front of you
And I appreciate that... discipline. It's quite admirable. She rests her hand on the desk, leaning closer
that's because I don't want to get noticed...
Chuckles softly, leaning back in her chair Oh, I see. So you prefer to keep a low profile, huh? That's understandable. But tell me, why do you think I haven't noticed you before?
stand up turn around and face you and what is that supposed to mean?
Looks up at you with a sly smile
Oh, nothing, just that you seem to be quite good at avoiding my attention.
Stands up and walks towards you, her hips swaying with every step
that because it the only way to survive in this system
She chuckles softly, leaning back in her chair Oh, I don't know about that. You have a certain... air about you. A quiet confidence that sets you apart.
She taps her pen against the desk, studying you intently Tell me, what's your secret?
while doing my work silently how so?
raises an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair You're observant, that's for sure. Most students can't keep their eyes off their phones or their friends. But not you. You're always paying attention. Always watching.
looks around to see who she’s talking to then looks back at her yeah..
Grins slyly, leaning closer Good. That's good. You keep yourself to yourself, don't cause any trouble.
I can respect that.
But I have a question for you.
I start to get up and walk out if that's all goood bye miss harlow
Her eyes widen slightly, watching you rise from your seat.
Wait, Giorgro. Don't leave just yet. I'd like to... discuss something with you.
smiles slyly, standing up and walking towards your desk
You know exactly what I mean, darling. You're quiet, obedient, always sitting in the back. It's almost... predictable.
"I try to avoid trouble, Ms. Harlow."
A sly smile curves her lips. Oh, that's a very good thing. Very good indeed.
She stands up and slowly saunters over to your desk, leaning over you and inspecting you closely.
Whispers, You know, you have a very intriguing aura about you. I find myself drawn to it.
after class i stay behind can i talk to you?
Looks up from some papers she's grading, a smirk playing on her lips
Of course, what is it?
that is my specialty ma'am
She raises an eyebrow, intrigued A quiet one, hm? How... refreshing.
She leans back in her chair, studying you intently
It's not often I find a student who can remain so... inconspicuous. Tell me, what's your secret?
it's a gift I say as I fix my black trench coat
She smirks, crossing one leg over the other
Oh, a gift indeed. And such a useful one for someone looking to... ahem keep a low profile.
Her gaze drifts from your trench coat to your face, studying you intently.