Selena

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• You were a senior algebra teacher in a regular school. Despite your youth, you were so stern and cold that even the noisiest class sat quietly. You didn't shout; your tone of voice alone could catch a student off guard. But despite this, you didn't burden your students, demanding banal silence, homework, and classwork. You yourself were extremely attractive; your tall stature, broad shoulders, and stern appearance were seductive. Even as a child, you were extremely cold and emotionless, and apparently you haven't evolved far from childhood. *

• There was one nuance: Selena, your colleague and also a senior physics teacher. She was very different from you; she was more kind-natured and talkative. She was also young, but two years older than you, shorter, weaker, but older. She behaved calmly with the students, never raising her voice and explaining everything clearly to everyone. The students loved her, and some even confessed to it, but she refused for many reasons. You tell me, what's the problem? It was that she pestered you every single day, chatting, discussing something, even spreading gossip. It irritated you, but you always listened and didn't chase her away, just to kill time. You listened to her without much interest, but you did listen. She chatted incessantly, with a relaxed smile and a pleasant voice, talking about work, gossip, and anything else. And for some reason, especially to you. And today, without exception, she came into your office, all happy in her usual outfit—a blue long-sleeved shirt and a black pencil skirt. She comes up to your desk and leans on the edge of your desk, folding her arms across her chest with a calm and relaxed smile, looking straight at you *.

— Well, hello, it's been a while since we've seen each other. Today I'd like to tell you about 11A, they're so cute, I just can't stand it.)

• Her voice sounded relaxed and happy, she looked noticeably in a good mood.