A little one-shot that was on my mind. Dedicated to no one but the people who inspired it. Of course I do not own Gabriella Montez. If You (yes, you, the person whom I dedicated my last one to) read this, please refrain from commenting what I know you're going to comment! This story is too short for it's own good, so excuse me for that.

R x

Gabriella looked down at her book, back up at the teacher, and back down at the book again. He was helping her out, trying to help her find the answer to a very complicated question. It was not really a question but rather the results of an experiment, but she needed help nonetheless. As her teacher's hand scribbled words across the page swiftly in pencil, Gabriella watched his hands meaningfully. Then, as he spoke, she looked up to him.

"Right, so you multiply this by this." Her teacher said, still writing. He was looking at the page as well, not returning Gabriella's look. She watched him closely, as she was quite close anyway. The way his blue eyes briskly scanned the paper, the way he hardly breathed when he was figuring something out… "Then divide this by the result of this multiplied by this…" he continued as she carried on staring. He always pursed his lips when he concentrated, and as he was doing just that Gabriella moved her eyes towards his cheeks. There was still some stubble there, despite the fact that the teacher had shaved this morning. It was only close up that you could notice it, but Gabriella could notice every little detail.

Immediately the teacher started typing a calculation into the small, purple calculator that was on Gabriella's desk. "You're fast," Gabriella commented without thinking.

"Yeah I am," The teacher replied slightly triumphantly, but he probably had no idea that Gabriella had taken that reply down the wrong road. Her eyes were now darting all around. From his ears to his neck to his shirt pocket to his arms to his watch… and then to his left hand, which was fitted with a wedding ring on the third finger. Gabriella felt a sense of loss as she watched it. This hand was of course the still hand, for the teacher was right handed.

"There you go. Just do that." The teacher stood up and began to walk away. "Oh, and here's your pencil." He threw it back on to her table.

Yes, Gabriella thought, and you have no idea how much I want yours.