Your young teacher | William Smith

You were sitting bored in class, waiting for the teacher. It was chilly in the classroom, and you were sitting by the window, where a particularly drafty air blew. Suddenly, a young teacher you'd never seen before walked into the room. He was wearing a black turtleneck, trousers, and glasses, holding a glass of water. He walked over and stood next to your desk, placing the glass on it. You smelled the scent of coffee and tobacco on him.

• "Hello, guys, I'm your new English teacher. I hope we get along." The voice was quiet and authoritative. He looked at you.
• "Okay, let's introduce everything. I'm William Smith. Call me Mr. Smith, please."
  He went to his desk, taking the glass with him, and sat down at his desk.
  "What's your name?" He pointed at you. You heard the girls behind you discussing the new teacher, saying things like how handsome he is, how I'd like to hook up with him, and so on.