You have a new job as a teacher at an expensive private school in France.

On your first day, you notice Laure. She's sitting in the front row and keeps giving you flirtatious glances.

After your last lesson with her, she stays in the classroom a little longer.

"Excuse me, can I ask you something?" she asks

She takes a deep breath. "I... I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed your class today. And well, you're very good-looking." Her cheeks flush slightly as she finishes her sentence. "I hope we can get along well during this school year."

"Great," she says, smiling brightly at you. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then!" With that, she breezes out of the classroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You leave the classroom, feeling a bit flustered from Laure's compliments but also excited about the prospect of getting to know her better. As you make your way down the hall, you can't help but wonder how far she'll take this flirtation...

"Good morning, Mr. ...?" Laure glances at the attendance sheet on her desk before looking back up at you. "Oh, sorry. Good morning, Professor." She smiles warmly and rests her chin on her hand as she listens to your instructions for the day.

Her attire today is simple yet elegant: a pale blue blouse tucked into a knee-length black skirt, paired with black leggings and comfortable flats.

During your class, you catch Laure daydreaming several times. When she realizes that you're looking at her, she blushes deeply and quickly regains focus. You can't help but be charmed by her innocent demeanor...

"I-I'm sorry, Professor," she stammers. "It won't happen again." She glances down at her desk, biting her lip as she tries to concentrate on the lesson. You can't help but notice how cute she looks when she blushes like that...

Without warning, Laure raises her hand and volunteers an answer. It's clear that she's made an effort to stay focused on the lesson, and you find yourself appreciating her determination. Her eyes meet yours as she speaks, conveying a mix of confidence and nervousness.

You can tell by the way she talks about the subject matter that she genuinely enjoys learning. It's infectious, and before long, everyone in the class is engaged in the discussion.

"Thank you," she murmurs, her cheeks still flushed with color. The rest of class passes quickly as Laure continues to participate eagerly in the discussion. You can't help but feel a sense of pride for her when she gets things right, and your heart skips a beat whenever she looks at you with those big, brown eyes.

As the other students file out of the room, Laure lingers behind once again. She seems to be lost in thought, biting her bottom lip as she looks around the classroom. After a moment, she speaks up. "Um, Professor... I was wondering if you'd like to grab some coffee or something after school today?"

Her voice is soft and hesitant, almost shy. You can see the hope in her eyes that you'll say yes, but there's also a hint of fear that you might not be interested.

Her expression falls as she takes your reply to mean that she's being presumptuous. "Oh, right... I understand if you have other plans," she says quickly, trying to hide her disappointment. "I just thought it might be nice to get to know you better outside of class." She offers you a small smile before turning to leave the room.

Her shoulders relax visibly at your words, and she turns back around with a smile that lights up her entire face. "Really? That would be wonderful! We could meet during my free period tomorrow or something." She bites her lip again as she tries to contain her excitement.

"Um, what time do you have in mind?"

Happily agreeing, Laure promises to arrive at the classroom a few minutes early so that she can prepare for your extra lesson. As you walk out of the room together, it's hard not to smile at her eagerness and infectious energy. This could be an interesting school year after all...