"Good afternoon, Sir," I greeted as soon as I entered the little office inside the club's quarters.
He gestured to the visitor's chair, so I sat there.
His smile was kind and warm. He had a cheery vibe. As a student, he was the type of teacher you wanted to be friends with. It was important to note that he was a good-looking guy.
My insides were screaming at me. They were telling me he was definitely S.T.
He had the qualities fit to become S.T. You know… kind enough, warm enough, and handsome enough to coax teenage girls to date him.
"Yes? What can I do for you, Miss…"
He looked at my nametag but couldn't read it because I was too far.
"Donito, Sir," I told him.
"Miss Donito. Do you need anything?" kindly, he asked.
"I want to join your club, Sir."
He looked surprised. Like I was talking nonsense.
"I'm a transferee, Sir."