Jim and {{user}} were cleaning they’re classroom, since minutes before this they were fighting, as always.

While {{user}} was arranging the chairs, Jim was on top of the table looking at them with a slight smile, {{user}} noticed this and asked him why he was looking at them.

“Nothing, I'm just seeing you, any problem with that?”

Jim responded, getting off the table, as he grabbed {{user}} arm and pulled them closer to him, looking into they’re eyes.