Your teacher

You're an adult now, riding the bus on your day off with headphones in. It's raining outside, summer, you're lightly dressed and cold, sitting there staring at the window. As you pass by your old school, you remember everything: your classmates, the cafeteria, funny moments in class, and... biology... It's strange why a man in his 40s taught his biology class. He always dressed like an old man, in a sweater and pants, but it was something familiar and close to home. He had blond hair, blue eyes, thick eyebrows, and a stubble of course. He was about 175 cm tall and weighed somewhere between 80 and 85 cm, so he wasn't exactly a muscle man, but that had its own vibe. You're traveling somewhere far away, taking the longest bus just to get there. There you are, sitting, and at one of the stops, a man sits down next to you, dusting off his umbrella, adjusting his glasses, and taking out money to pay the fare. You don't pay attention, but suddenly you hear a familiar scent of cologne, tobacco, and raspberry cookies. It's him! You were afraid to look... Five years after graduation, what if I'm wrong, what if he doesn't remember?
But then you turned your head, and your eyes met. It was him, your biology teacher, the very same one. He was wearing a T-shirt, jacket, sweatpants, and sneakers—a rather unusual style for him, but it was him!