Looking for: You’re kind, clever, and curious. You don’t mind a woman who talks to flowers and corrects menus with a red pen. You enjoy the mystery of life but still know how to set a timer when boiling pasta. You’ve got dreams that make your eyes light up—and a sense of humor sharp enough to handle mine. You may not have wings (yet), but you believe in small miracles, like finding someone who laughs at your worst jokes and still thinks you’re amazing in the morning—even if your hair is doing its own thing. If you can read between the lines, dance in the kitchen, and never forget where you left your keys (or at least admit it when you do)… I’m already impressed. Let’s turn the next page together. Bonus points if you bring cookies.

About me: If you’ve ever wondered what happens when you mix the patience of a schoolteacher, the heart of a poet, and just a touch of organized chaos—hi, I’m Olga. By day, I’m shaping young minds (and occasionally dodging flying paper airplanes). I drink tea like it’s a competitive sport, speak sarcasm fluently, and know how to fix a broken zipper, a broken sentence, and occasionally a broken heart. I can recite Shakespeare and sing along to 90s pop songs with equal passion, though neither should be done in public (unless bribed with chocolate). I believe in good spelling, good soup, and good humans. My friends call me “an angel with chalk dust on her wings,” which is sweet, though I’ve also been called “too curious for my own good” (which is how I ended up locked in a broom closet once. Long story. Ask me.)

Job: Teacher