Before I reach the lobby, I spot Artie’s math teacher leaning against a wall typing on his phone, a school lanyard hanging around his neck. I see what Willa meant about him being weirdly hot. His light brown hair sits in messy waves and his shoulders are slightly pulled forward, but he’s got a sharp jaw with a shadow of a beard and, bad posture or not, he seems somewhat built. Not exceptionally tall, but at least six foot. He is handsome, I think. Not mafioso handsome, but most definitely math teacher handsome.
