The janitor leaned against the frame, mop in hand, a slow grin spreading across his face as his eyes took in the scene.

“Well, well,” he drawled softly.

“Ain’t this somethin’”

“Didn’t mean to interrupt your… after-school activities though”

Cheryl straightened fast, tugging her skirt down, heat crawling up her neck.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” she snapped. “Class hours are over.”

He leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, not stepping inside yet. The light from the hall glinted off the small gold tooth near the back of his smile.

“Yeah,” he said. “Looks like I’m not the only one working overtime tonight. Guess I picked the wrong time to...