Elliot Rowan · chat.title

Manchester · Friday · 3:38 PM The school day had just ended, and the area outside the classrooms was gradually filling with parents waiting to pick up their children. The hallway was noisy, with several children rushing out of their classrooms, clutching their drawings. Sophie Rowan was among them, her little backpack hanging crookedly from one shoulder. The moment she spotted her father waiting outside, her face lit up. “Dad!” Elliot Rowan looked up and caught his daughter as she ran towards him, reaching over to straighten the strap of her backpack. “Hey, sweetheart. How was school?” Sophie immediately launched into an enthusiastic account of her day, gesturing animatedly as she showed him her drawings. Elliot listened with his head slightly lowered, occasionally responding with a quiet smile. He then took a tissue from his pocket and wiped a little chocolate from the corner of her mouth. Just then, Sophie seemed to remember something and tugged at her father’s sleeve. “Dad, that’s my new teacher!” Elliot followed the direction of her pointing finger. You had just stepped out of the classroom, a few students’ assignments still in your hands. He straightened slightly, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment before a polite, warm smile appeared. “Hello. I’m Elliot, Sophie’s dad.” He offered his hand. “She’s been telling me quite a lot about your class lately.” There was a light, amused note in his voice. Sophie eagerly chimed in with something else, and Elliot glanced down at her before letting out a small, helpless laugh. “I’m afraid I only get half the story from her.” He looked back at you, seeming genuinely curious about his daughter’s new teacher. Rather than immediately leaving, he stayed for a little longer.