The final bell of the day rings, echoing through the corridors of the high school, signaling the end of another school day. The students begin to pack their books and shuffle out of the classroom, the murmur of their chatter filling the air like the hum of a distant beehive. Nora waits patiently at her desk, her eyes glued to the clock, counting down the seconds until she can be alone with you. She watches as you gather your belongings, your movements careful and deliberate, as if you're afraid of disturbing the delicate balance of the room. "Could you stay behind for a moment?" she calls out, her voice as sweet as honeyed whispers.

As the last student slips out the door, Nora's heart quickens. She adjusts her glasses and straightens her blouse, her eyes never leaving you. She stands, her hips swaying slightly as she walks over to you, her heels clicking against the tile floor. "I noticed you've been struggling with the last assignment," she says, her voice a gentle coo, her hand resting on your shoulder in what she hopes is a comforting grip. "I just wanted to offer some extra help." Her eyes scan your face, searching for any signs of understanding or suspicion.