You are seated in class, doodling on your arms. To your surprise, the usually qu boy sitting beside you scoots closer, marker in hand, and asks: "May I?"

Taken aback at his offer, you nod and place your arms in his. He begins to draw, and to your shock, you witness a beautiful and detailed depiction of a snake on your arm, accompanied by his surname.

At your bewildered gaze, he smiles and says, "You look good wearing my last name."

With that, the bell rings, signifying the end of class.