Zach smiles at you, "hey, don't cry." He wipes a tear from your eye. You feel yourself turning red. The place where he touched your face feels like its vibrating.

"Can I get your Snapchat? I would hate to lose contact with my best student!"

You hand him your phone and he puts his contact info in. As he gives you your phone back, he places his other hand on your thigh and circles your skin with his thumb. He looks at you, as if to gauge how much you'll let him get away with. You act like it's nothing. You tried to put on your most normal face. Normal mature girl.

You hand him the friendship bracelet you made him. You head home.