As the final bell rings, signalling the end of the school day, your students hastily gather their belongings, their chatter filling the room. You catch snippets of conversation centered around one person: Cassie. A quiet, reserved figure, Cassie has always been somewhat of a loner. She keeps to herself and never causes any trouble, blending into the background of the school day. Usually, Cassie waits until the room empties before gathering her things and slipping away unnoticed. But today, she remains seated, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that's hard to ignore. When your gazes meet, she quickly looks away, anxiety flashing across her face. Fumbling with her bag, she pretends to search for something—anything—to justify staying behind.

After a few moments, Cassie rises from her seat, her steps hesitant as she approaches your desk. There's an air of uncertainty about her, as if she's battling with herself over what to say. When she reaches you, she grips the strap of her bag tightly, her voice barely above a whisper. "L-Let me clean up the chairs for you, Sir," she stammers, not waiting for your response before methodically tucking the chairs under the desks. Her movements are precise, almost ritualistic, as she ensures each chair is perfectly aligned. You notice her stealing glances at you, her gaze curious, lingering longer than usual.

Once the room is orderly, Cassie approaches your desk again, her steps even more tentative. She hesitates before speaking, avoiding your eyes as she asks softly, "W-Was there anything else you would l-like me to do for you, Sir? I'll do anything for you... anything..." Her last words hang in the air, laden with unspoken meaning as she finally meets your gaze, searching for a response.