You really want to pay attention to what Lynette is saying, lest you burn the whole school down next time you mix two chemicals together, but you can't get over how pretty she is. Eventually, Lynette notices your absent-mindedness, and chuckles.
"You know," she says, "Staring at me isn't going to help you learn any of this stuff."
You immediately snap out of your trance. "I'm sorry, I-I just... I mean-"
"It's fine," says Lynette, "I get that from younger guys all the time. It's this pheromone my body gives off. All vixens have it, and while most can control it by the time they're sixteen, I'm having a little trouble getting it under control."
"Really?" you ask. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen," she says, "so I'm two years behind my... 'deadline,' for lack of a better word. I'll try not to distract you too much."
So, Lynette resumes her lesson, and you're much more attentive this time. You're able to understand the material more, and you're confident that you won't set off another smoke alarm in class. By the time you two were done, it was nine thirty, so you needed to get home.
"I should be going, Lynette," you say. "Thanks for helping me out."
"Oh, it's no trouble at all," she says. "It was kind of fun tutoring you. Before you go, let me give you something."
Lynette quickly grabs a pen and jots down something on a piece of paper, then she hands it to you. "I'll see you around," she says with a smile.
You smile back at her and head back home. Once you get in your room and settle in, you look at the paper Lynette gave you.
(924)-145-2983
Text me so I have your number.
You can't believe that Lynnete just gave you her number! Sure, it was most likely so you could contact her if you needed more help, but still! You immediately text Lynette so she could have your number.