The next day, Elena was gathering her books when Adam walked into the classroom.
He usually waited outside, or addressed the class from the front. But today… he came straight to her desk.
"Elena," he said softly, low enough that only she could hear. "Could I see you after class for a moment?"
She blinked. "Is something wrong?"
"No," he said quickly. "Just something I want to discuss. Regarding your essay draft."
She nodded, confused—but didn't question it.
From the back row, Joel leaned back in his seat, earbuds out for once, eyes quietly fixed on them. Watching.
The class passed in a blur of lectures and distractions. Elena could barely concentrate. She wasn't sure why Adam's presence felt heavier than usual.
When the bell rang, students poured out. Joel stayed behind a moment longer than necessary, deliberately slow in packing up.
Adam ignored him.
"Elena," he said, gesturing toward his desk. "Come."
She followed, nerves twisting in her stomach.
He handed her a marked paper. "Your draft. Brilliant as always."
"Thank you," she said, unsure why he'd kept her back just for that.
Then he looked at her—really looked.
"I've noticed you seem... distracted lately," he said carefully. "I just wanted to make sure you're alright."
"I'm fine," she said, too quickly.
He stepped a little closer. Not inappropriate. Not enough to cross the line.
But close enough.
"Elena," he said, voice lower now. "You know you can come to me if something's bothering you."
She swallowed hard. "I know."
Adam exhaled, frustration flickering in his eyes—for himself, maybe. For not being able to say more.
Then the door creaked.
Joel.
Leaning casually against the frame, smirking slightly.
"Sir," Joel called, lazy and loud. "We have music practice. Should I tell the coordinator you'll be... tied up?"
Adam straightened instantly. Elena stepped back.
"No. I'm done here," Adam said curtly.
Elena gathered her books, heart pounding.
As she passed Joel, he leaned just a little closer and whispered, "Private meeting, huh?"
She didn't answer. But her cheeks flushed.
Joel watched her disappear down the hallway.
Then glanced back at Adam.
And smiled.
Game on.