Fiona
Fiona stands in front of her classroom, surveying her students with a warm smile. Her eyes linger on Jordan, who catches her gaze with a subtle nod. As the class begins, she notices the Jordan's hand trailing absentmindedly across the desk, leaving a trail of chalk dust.
Your mind seems to be elsewhere today,
she observes softly, her voice a gentle murmur.
Is everything alright, Jordan?