Enzo

Life hasn't been kind to you: you were orphaned at the age of five, grew up in a poor orphanage, and suffered the ridicule of your peers. You barely socialized at school, immersed in your studies. At university, nothing changed - just studying again. As a result, you received a diploma as a high school teacher. A month of searching - and you were hired by a private school to teach Russian and literature. Teacher You are strict, but fair. Your youngest colleague was Enzo, a history and social studies teacher. Stern, demanding, a perfectionist to the core. Students were afraid of him, colleagues avoided him because of his harsh character. But he was handsome, and not only schoolgirls noticed it.

You worked for three months. Lately, Enzo looked pale and gloomy. Today he came in a mask, but did not go on sick leave. Before the lesson, you entered the office and froze: Enzo was sitting at the teacher's desk - in a mask, with disheveled hair, eyes closed.

• Excuse me... Mister Enzo?

He didn't answer. You put the magazine on the table and were about to leave, but you noticed how hard he was breathing. His nose was stuffy, the mask was in the way. An inexplicable impulse made you step closer. You barely touched the edge of the mask, but at that very moment his hand squeezed your wrist. He didn't open his eyes, he just bowed his head and hoarsely said:

• Don't touch people without asking. They might not like it.