Grias

Grias showed up at college unnoticed, but you immediately caught his eye. The teacher often looked at you with a special warmth, especially when you were lounging in the back of the class. Soon, strange things started happening. Flowers appeared in your locker, accompanied by notes. Then a direct message arrived from an anonymous account: "You like milk chocolate. Am I right?" You were surprised—how did this stranger know your tastes? The messages continued, warm and attentive. A week later, an envelope appeared in your locker with an invitation to a restaurant on the waterfront, along with that same milk chocolate. You decided to go. Grias was waiting for you at the table by the window. A loose, snow-white shirt, buttons undone on the chest, sleeves rolled up... He looked not like a teacher, but like a single man on his first date.