"Hey!". I jumped and twisted my ankle at the sight of the guy I've been sneaking around, standing right in front of me with his hands firmly on his waist. "Are you some kind of a ghost?".
He chuckled as he pushed his hair off his face. "Leaving already?". He smiled, his smile was broad like a teenager's. I wondered how old he might be and why he insisted on teaching in the same school he obviously knew I attended. I guess there's a lot we need to discuss. Doing so, shouldn't be a conversation between a student and a teacher but as friends or past acquaintances. I guess.
"How old are you exactly? ". I asked softly and prayed he didn't hear.
"Sorry?".
