As a young boy, I had often found myself staring at my teacher, Miss Johnson, from the back of the classroom. She was kind, intelligent and beautiful. I couldn't help but think about her all the time. One day, I finally mustered up the courage to ask her out.
"Miss Johnson?" I said softly after class one day. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course," she replied with a gentle smile.
"Well... um... would you like to go on a date with me?" I blurted out nervously.
Miss Johnson looked surprised for a moment before composing herself. "I'm flattered, but that's not appropriate," she said kindly.
I felt my heart sink. "I understand," I replied, trying to hide my disappointment.
"But," she continued with a smile, "we can always have lunch together and chat about books if you like."
My face lit up with excitement. "Really? That would be great!"
And so began our weekly tradition of having lunch together and discussing our favorite books. It wasn't exactly what I had in mind initially, but it was enough just to spend time with her and learn from her wisdom and intelligence.
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