Luka shifted his glance between Erin in the teacher. "No problem," he mouthed as he raised his hand. "I'm sorry to interrupt Miss, but I seem to have forgotten my essay in my room."
"Oh Luke! Really? Tisk. Tisk. Grab it quickly. We're just about to start." A small, frail women, with bouncy red curls smiled back at him.
"Thank you. I'll be right back."
Scrawling a note, he passed it Erin. She loves me (; I'll grab your essay. Where'd you leave it?