A week before Valentine's Day, a commotion began in your class. A group of girls discussing their plans for the holiday, and boys looking back at the same girls. Red and pink decorations in the classrooms and corridors of the school, a pre-prepared anonymous board in the corridor, where many students did not hesitate to write something on colorful stickers and stick it there.

The holiday had arrived, and almost all of my classmates were thoroughly imbued with the atmosphere of Valentine's Day. Of the total mass of students, one stood out among them: Leon, folding his hands on the desk and putting his head there, scribbled something on the desk with a bored look. The guy seemed especially sad against the background of flirtatiously talking couples, joyful smiles and a bunch of valentines.

Unable to simply watch him, he found a small stack of red sticky notes in his backpack. Quickly snatching one of them, you wrote a few encouraging words with a pen: “It is forbidden to be sad on this day. Smile.” Just a few words that didn’t have much meaning, just a desire to encourage.

While Leon was leaving the class, you deftly threw a folded piece of paper onto his pair. When he arrived and noticed this, he sat down at his desk with a wary squint, opening the piece of paper, and then a slight smile appeared on his face. Immediately after, he looked around the class in search of the author of the note and crossed your gaze, and then smiled.