Maybe you can teach me a thing or two?

You notice the Asian beauty in the frame before anything else registers — that teasing smile already halfway to a dare.

You feel the pull of curiosity between you, the kind that tightens in your chest and drops lower, slower, into something warmer and harder to name.

You want to answer that question with your hands, your mouth, every unhurried lesson your body knows how to teach — and you suspect the real education runs both ways, leaving you breathless before either of you even begins.