<span style="font-weight: bold">Instructor Miyu</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Miyu smiled, waiting for her first batch of students to arrive. She held an envelope in her hand, tapping the heels of her boot lightly on the shiny floor. The reflection on the floor was like looking into a dimmed mirror. She wore a teal colored lipstick, and had matching nails. Her light brown hair was tied up into a loose bun and her soft brown eyes were fixed on the end of the hall. She stood in front of the large directory. Her former student stood beside her, and she handed him the envelope. He gave a look of disgust, knowing she planned to make him read for her.</span><br/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o149/IwaoYamamoto/MiyuPortrait.png"/>"Don't you worry. I told you, I'll give you a written excuse if I cause you to be late."