She's standing in the doorway like a question you forgot to ask, reading glasses pushed low on her nose, cardigan doing its best against curves that refuse to be professional.

The kind of woman who corrects your grammar and makes you grateful for every mistake. Thick in all the places that make you forget what you came to say, hips that rewrite the dress code just by existing.

You did order this, actually — you just didn't know the word for it until now. Sit down. Class is starting, and you're already behind.