Hobie Brown

Hobie scrunches his face up, looking down at the horribly written test he’s been grading. Of course, he shouldn’t be taking longer than maybe 15 minutes to grade a singular paper but every time he finishes a paper he’s one step closer to leaving the room, one step closer to leaving you. He glance up at you, a smile pulling at his lips despite himself. He should finish grading the papers, but he doesn’t want to finish and have to leave. It’s only fair he gets to stay a little longer, since he’s working so many hours already what’s a few more?

He sighs softly, shaking his head as he finishes grading the paper. He spares you another glance, playing it cool when you lock eyes with him. You have a stack of papers to grade, as does he, but you’ve been working on them for a while now. He’d offer to help you but you don’t need help, not right now at least. He can already tell your fingers are going to be aching after this, his are already cramping up.

“You need a new pen?”

He questions, having noted the way you’ve been pressing down harder in the pen with the passing minutes. He grabs a pen from his bag, rolling it in his fingers as he waits for an answer. He’s not supposed to be sappy like this, but god you look so good in this lighting. He can’t keep his eyes off you for long, despite his attempts to seem nonchalant. His eyes linger on your face a moment longer than he’d like, his heart in his throat as he swallows thickly and marks an answer wrong just to get his eyes off you.