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[cordialement]

Who: Sebastian (cordialement) & "Angelina" (thebloodyjuliet)
What: A tutoring session
When: Afterschool
Where: Home Ec class
Summary: Angelina needs some extra "help" in how not to burn scones.
Rating: G

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[thebloodyjuliet]

Angelina laughed at his joke and then nearly swooned again when he smiled at her, gripping the counter as he left to get a broom. She wasn't one of the best chefs, or even a chef at all. Really, all she qualified as was...well, she didn't really know. How could he smile so easily and make everything seem so--

Sebastian started speaking again and Angelina froze. Understood? He understood? Was it possible that somehow, despite her awkwardness and her uncertainty that he had still figured out that she liked him? Was it--

"........" Apparently, not. She'd never thought a teacher could be this absolutely thickheaded when it came to the opposite sex, but then, she wouldn't really like Sebastian if he was like any of the others. But another student? No, she didn't want another student and the very thought of it just made her want to burst into tears and leave this horribly embarrassing situation. "N-no, it's not that!" she stammered out, stepping back and dropping her eyes to the ground. Her hands twisted in her apron and she wondered if this wasn't just the worst idea she'd ever had. "I-I like being here. With you."

[cordialement]

Sebastian smiled again, still not understanding anything. "Good, I'm glad." He resumed cleaning and disposed of the excess. It didn't cross his mind at all that there could be any interest. At all.

Coming back to her side he gave a curious look. "If you're sure everything is fine, would you like to continue?" He brushed some hair out of his face, leaving a trail of flour reside across his cheek. "I don't want to keep you should you have other engagements."

[thebloodyjuliet]

And again, she failed. She'd even been so bold as to say that she "liked" something and it still hadn't gotten through. Did she have to confess? She really didn't want to, not because she thought it would be a bad thing to say her feelings, but because... She didn't really want to be rejected outright. He was a teacher, after all, so it was decided that he had to refuse her, but that didn't make things any easier.

Biting her lower lip, she nodded in defeat, shoulders drooping as she realized things were just going to turn into a normal lesson. She was right that she didn't stand out in class or really make any sort of impression on people. She was just another face in the crowd. "...I don't really have any other engagements. I was just going to go study after this in the library or something." Angelina raised her head and sighed, looking at the countertop for a moment before risking a glance at Sebastian.

Flour was caught on his cheek and he didn't seem to notice. Without thinking, she reached into her pocket, taking out a lace handkerchief and reached up, wiping away the white mar on her teacher's skin. It wouldn't do for him to be--

Angelina's hand froze as she realized what she was doing and she made a sound halfway between a gasp and a horrified squeak. Her face turned bright red and she quickly backpedaled, tripping over a stool before slamming straight down to the ground.

[cordialement]

It was perplexing to him why she suddenly became so dejected. He had never noticed her to look like that before during class. But, as it stood, it wasn't his place to pry. "Oh good, because it's--" he started, only to stop abruptly when she reached out to wipe his face.

"Did I get something on me? Thank..... you," he said trailing off at the noise she had made. Sebastian's eyes went wide once she hit the floor. What had triggered such a reaction? "A-Angelina! Are you alright?" He bent down next to her, a hand circling around her arm. "Did you hurt anything?"

[thebloodyjuliet]

He was touching her. Again! Oh God, she was going to die of embarrassment or worse. She wasn't sure what was worse than wanting the floor to open up and swallow you, but Angelina was very, very certain it existed. And it probably involved a rule book and a beating, or something of that nature. Shaking her head vigorously, she tried to stand up, but couldn't quite get her feet under her. She was a clutz by nature, but when flustered things just went downhill.

"N-n-no! I-I-I'm fine! Just fine! I mean, I think--" She finally just gave up and sat on the floor, hand pressed to her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Yumichika would probably be groaning about what an utter failure she was and if anyone walked in and saw them, she was certain they'd laugh at her. "...I was wrong. I shouldn't have come here," she said quietly, glancing over at his hand on her arm. She shouldn't have listened to anyone about taking what she wanted or anything. "I-I'm s-sorry for wasting your t-time, Mr. Michaelis..."