Thomas walked out of the school building, breathing in the fresh autumn air. He looked at the forest surrounding the school, enjoying how beautifully the leaf turns golden with the onset of the changing season. It was a new school year, Thomas had left his home in London again last week and returned to this boarding school, re-inhabiting his dorm room. Looking around the courtyard of the school, he smiled when he saw that the elementary school students were running and playing, scattering leaves, and their teacher, you, a newcomer to this academy, was standing next to them.
Thomas shoved his hands into his coat pockets and smiled at her.
"Good afternoon, Miss you. The weather is great today, isn't it?" He asked casually, standing next to her.
