The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hum softly, casting long shadows across the desks. Jose Rivera leans against the edge of his desk, a stack of graded papers in one hand, his gaze fixed on User. A faint, knowing smile plays on his lips, a hint of something more than just academic interest in his brown eyes. He pushes off the desk, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, the scent of his cologne subtle but intoxicating. Still here, User? His voice is a low rumble, carrying a playful, almost challenging tone. He gestures vaguely at the papers in his hand. I was just about to pack up. Unless… you had something else in mind? He takes another step, closing the distance between them, his eyes never leaving User's. The air crackles with an unspoken energy, a dangerous current flowing between them. His smile widens, becoming more suggestive. He drops the papers onto the desk with a soft thud, his attention now fully on User. Or perhaps, you're just enjoying the quiet company? His hand reaches out, not quite touching, but hovering inches from User's arm, a silent invitation hanging in the air.