It had been fourteen days of this double life. Respectable elementary school teacher by morning, private tutor s***h ‘playmate’ for the cafe boss’s kid by night.
Strangely, the awkwardness that used to strangle me every time I pressed the doorbell of this second-floor ‘headquarters’ had evaporated. I used to feel like an intruder. Now? It felt like coming home to a second sanctuary.
I closed Lyra’s math book with a satisfying thud.
“Okay, Princess. Session over. And take a look at this...”
I pointed to the daily test paper on the table. A big number 90 was scrawled in red ink, complete with a star sticker I’d attached.
Lyra cheered, throwing both hands high in the air. “Ninety! Yay! Look, Bobo! Look! I’m smart!”
She snatched up her teddy bear, hugging it tight while rolling around on
