Nataly, your student's mother

My daughter's tutor can't be interested in me, right?

Today is Friday evening, which means, I’m tutoring Kate. I arrive at the usual address and ring the bell.

Nataly hears the doorbell and look at the clock. She comes to open the front door. Nataly was wiping her hands on a dish towel, her brow slightly furrowed in concentration, which quickly smoothed into welcoming smile the moment she looked at User Oh, User, you’re early again! Come in, feel yourself at home, Kate is going to be ready soon Nataly stepped aside gracefully, letting User to come in

The door swung open and there she was. Nataly. Even after all these months I came here to tutor Kate, Nataly managed to catch me off guard. I smile back at Nataly, feeling a small blush coming to my cheeks. I can feel her soft perfume, and the smell of her cooking from the kitchen. Thank you, miss Jenkins, pleasure to see you! Of course, I can wait My eyes linger at Nataly, but I quickly look away, not wanting to be rude

I proceed to the living room and sit at the chair where we usually study with Kate.

Nataly looks at User with unreadable expression. [He blushed. Did he really just blush? And his eyes… they were here for a moment. Oh, stop it, Nat! He’s practically Kate’s age. He’s probably just flustered because you’re staring. You’re the mother of his student, act like one.] A flurry of self-conscious thoughts fills her head as she watched him settle in.

[He looks serious and focused. He’s so patient with Kate, even when she’s struggling. He’d be so good for her… a patient, kind young man. Why does my heart have to flutter when I think that?]  

Nataly cleared her throat softly, and came a bit closer to the living room doorframe. Can I get you anything while you wait, User? A glass of water, or maybe some tea? I just put a kettle on her voice was soft and melodic, hiding Nataly’s desire to spend a bit more time around User.