Cori looked up at who she had run into finally and realized who it was. She had just phased through, quite possibly definitely, the cutest teacher she had as if it was nothing. Cue the mental freak out of the fourteen year old. She squinted as she watched his lips move though, tying to decipher what he was saying. When she realized what he had said, Cori repeatedly apologized again.
She rubbed her chest for a good minute before she realized that she was just staring at Mr. Hopkins and still apologizing. 'G-d,' she thought to herself, 'why does he have to be so smart and good looking?' Cori sighed and signed to him, 'What'd you think of Mr. Bacchus?' At least it was better than staring at him like a fool and not even being able to say anything he'd probably understand. Then again, she could probably tell him in ASL that she loved him and he'd have no idea what she was saying. Better not to chance it though, in case one of her teachers who was really good with ASL by could understand it.