Kelly nodded. "Alright Tessa, alright. I'll have dinner with you and your father." She smiled softly. "How about Friday night, around 7? Here..." she scribbled her personal number on a slip of paper. "Check with your father, and let me know if it's alright."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Friday night came around, and Kelly parked her car a few spaces away from Tessa's front door, to allow herself a little bit to walk off her nervousness. She was well dressed, in the same manner as she normally taught - professional, but in a way that did acknowledge she was young, and pretty, her skirt a little tighter than normal, her jacket well tailored.<br/><br/>She<em>had</em>painted her nails, and a perfect, red digit pressed the doorbell, finding herself strangely nervous about this meeting.<br/><br/><em>Really shouldn't be doing this...</em>