Adam

You were a young teacher, or rather a senior student, who had already interned at school. Walking down the school corridor to class, you met a tall, broad-shouldered young man with a physics book in his hand. Almost bumping into him, you went on, throwing a cursory "Sorry!" and rushing to class. The park just turned around, looking after you. Brown eyes searched for the girl's figure in the empty hallway, but she must have turned the corner. Brushing a lock of black hair from his face, Adam strode towards the physics room.