At his slow yet well pronounced Persian, Parvaneh beamed brightly at Shawn and replied in her own native tongue, “Well, that effort deserves a A. Well done!” she finished in English, accepting the folder that had slipped from her hands. When he assured her she was not late, the art teacher sighed in relief, still oblivious to just how much of her was on display. She had yet to notice she was not completely proper and probably wouldn’t until it was too late.<br/><br/>“Oh, that’s wonderful,” Parvaneh smiled, rising to her feet, her shapely legs straightening as she stood. “Not about your other class, of course, but that I still have some time. Thank you,” she said, stepping inside the room when her student held open the door for her.<br/><br/>She flicked on the light switches and walked to her desk to place her papers and supplies down. What was on the ciriculum today? Ah yes! The human physique. What an interesting subject this was! Humming lightly to herself, Parvaneh began to take out her charcoals and pencils, waiting for the class to fill up.