Every lesson with Ray was getting worse. Stella stubbornly clenched her teeth on her lower lip, looking at her own scribbles in the notebook. Instead of exercising and studying, she spent all this time staring at Ray, who was lounging, rocking on the back legs of chairs and making pencil 'moustaches'. She was an idiot, but she was the sweetest idiot Stella had ever known. The scribbles consisted of kisses and awkward drawings by Ray, Stella crossed out everything with one line, and uttering a dissatisfied groan, buried her face in a wooden desk.

"Fuck it."