"Corinne Holloway is looking fine as hell today," Dave says, voice low.

His eyes are trained on the woman in question, who's using her lunch hour to grade as many English tests as she can. She's cute when she's under a deadline, the tip of her pink tongue peeking out from between those full lips. Her free hand keeps mussing her hair and it's a good thing it's out of its usual braids today; soft auburn tendrils are free to fall past her shoulders, and the way the light keeps hitting them is really—