Third Person's POV
The young teacher stumbled backwards as the creature looked into her dark brown eyes.
Her now pinkish face was covered in a thin layer of sweat due to all that running around. She was a breathless mess, with her dark loose tendrils falling everywhere. She quickly made a swipe over her forehead in an attempt to move her hair away from her face but alas, they came bouncing back. Like they were happily taunting her.
The angelic creature who stood before her, however, was the very opposite of dear Isla. He was the epitome of class and excellence. Not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle on his clothes. Everything about him was perfect.
Isla suddenly grew very self-conscious in his presence. She then realized how quiet it was. Briefly looking around, she saw how all her stu
