Seth heard the knock on his door. "It's open," he replied still focusing on the poetry piece in front of him. He finished it an looked up to see the lovely Lizzie Chivers standing in the doorway. He tried to fight the images in his mind when she called him Mr. Enders, however he failed miserably and had the image of her in that naughty school girl uniform with a paddle in her hand saying she'd been a bad girl. Damn it. He took a deep breath as he stood up from his chair,
"Ms Chivers, glad you could make it, take a seat," he motioned to one of the desks as he moved around his own to lean back against it. He felt it would be less teacher/student if he wasn't behind his desk, "Also remember, Mr. Enders is my father, call me Seth, if not in class at least now. Right now I'm not being you teacher, I'm hoping I can be here as a concerned friend."
"Well, I asked to talk to you because I was a little intrigued by your assignment, it was very well done, you're a very talented young woman. The emotions were strong, raw, and real, and that's what worries me. Is there something going on that's causing these feelings, it's not good to bottle things up." He took a seat at the desk next to her, "I swear that whatever you tell me will not leave this room. So please, trust me, let me help you." He resisted the urge to reach out and take her hand, 'not yet, let her warm up to you, don't want to scare her.'