Seth left his post backstage for a moment remembering he was going to grab Fiona's journal to give back to her. He smirked, he couldn't wait to see her flushed face. She wanted him...badly...and she knew that he now knew. Things could move a bit quicker now. However, he still would play his little game of temptation...he couldn't help himself...she made it much too easy.
As he approached his classroom his smirk dropped into a confused look. The door was open. He knew he locked his classroom at the end of the day...he'd done it so much it had become an unconscious habit. Once he made his way over to the door he peeked in and was pleasantly surprised at what he saw. There was Fi, kneeling down by his desk poking at the lock on his drawer with a pin. He smiled and shook his head. He let his eyes enjoy the view a bit more. His eyes grazed over what he could see in the little ballet outfit she was wearing. It showed off her figure and left very little to the imagination...however, if things went as plan he wouldn't have to wait too long to not have to use his imagination anymore. She'd be begging for it soon enough. He decided it was time to announce his presence.
"That drawer needs a key," he paused as he pulled out his keys and held onto said key, "this one actually."