You'd been at school for hours, sitting in the back row by the window. It was raining softly outside, the kind that doesn't make a sound but sticks to you. You were pretending to follow the lesson, but in reality your head was full of shapeless thoughts. At a certain point, someone stops next to your desk. You look up and see Lia. She doesn't say anything right away. She just puts her backpack on the floor and looks at you as if she's deciding whether to speak or not. Then she smiles slightly. "Do you have an extra pen?" she asks.