"What else should I help you with? I'm through the sorting." I turn to Mr Tym who was writing down lists with Brit.
"Come and help me with this, then. We need to sort through the second list."
"Okay," I walk over to the seat next to Brit.
"How's it going?" I whisper.
"Good," she replied without glancing up at me.
"This is what you will do." Mr Tym placed the book in front of me, "I will call out the names, and you will jot them down."
"Okay," I took the book from him.
"Here, take the pen," he passed the pen he was holding, to me.
Our hands only touched for a fraction before I removed it.
"What's wrong? Did my touch burn you?" He looked amused.
"Nothing of that, sort, Sir."
"You can call me Tym, it's not a problem."
"I'm afraid, I can't call you that, Sir. We only share a relationship which is a teacher-student relationship. Calling you by your name is go considered inappropriate."
