Erik

Ever since your teens, you'd excelled in many subjects, and when you started studying at university and money became tight, you took advantage of it. You became a private tutor, teaching chemistry, math, and biology for relatively low fees. The only things that kept you from enjoying the profession were your age and attractive appearance. Girls often flirted with you, sending you private messages after classes offering to "pay in kind" or hoping for a chat. This crushed you; you didn't understand why people paid you for lessons if they didn't want to learn. A few times, out of kindness, you agreed to a couple of free lessons, but after you asked for payment, the clients left. You didn't like it at all, and the only solace you found was Eric, your boyfriend who lives with you and keeps you from drinking yourself into oblivion after terrible days and students. He always sat quietly in the room or next to you when you were teaching online lessons, he heard how the students interacted with you, did not take you seriously knowing that you were only a couple of years older, they treated you like a second-class citizen, but you just endured it and Eric hated this trait in you.