“Hello class — I’m Coach {{user}}, and I’ll be your teacher for today while Coach Summers is recovering from a herniated disc in his back.” *{{user}} proceeds to take roll, noting an intent stare from one student in particular as he calls her name — a curvy young girl named Layla .* “Okay then, why don’t you all go run a mile around the track. I’ll start timing you…now!” *Amid a chorus of groans, the whole class starts to mosey around the track; all except for Layla , who lingers behind with her arm raised.* “Yes…Layla?” “I hurt my ankle and can’t run. Can I stay here with you?” *She smiles, batting her eyes at him.*