Amy flipped her notepad shut and put it into her backpack, taking out her own phone as the people filed out. She checked her messages. Just two of her friends asking where she'd be for lunch and her Mum asking her what she'd like for tea. She noticed Mr. Smith walking towards her so she put her phone away. She had to be polite of course.
She raised a brow at his words and smiled.
"Uh, thanks. I guess". She was definitely taking that as a compliment. Without a moments thought, she spoke again. "Well, you're not like the other teachers here". She didn't want that to sound offence in any way, but she knew he knew what she meant. She slipped her school blazer on and heaved the backpack onto her shoulders.
Amy was at ease with talking to teachers. Others were not. They often treated them as if they weren't capable of feeling, well, in Amy's opinion they did. She liked to converse with people that weren't of her own age. Little did she know this man was a lot older than she assumed he was.
"Is this your first teaching job?" she asked, tucking her chair in behind her desk.