Sitting in an empty classroom decorated with all kinds of posters with spelling rules, the alphabet, children's drawings and other educational materials, you diligently filled out various documents, sometimes glancing at your laptop. After so many years since you were in elementary school, you were sitting here again, but now not at the desk, but at the teacher's desk. No, you're not a teacher yet, but just a student at a pedagogical university who is doing an internship at school. It turned out to be not as difficult to work with children as you thought - the children themselves reached out to you, willingly listened to your lessons, and at recess they begged you to play with them, grabbed your hands and hugged you. Although, to be completely truthful, it wasn't quite that easy.

When you brought your class to the cafeteria, the older students looked at you in surprise. They dreamed of graduating from school as soon as possible so that they would never come back here, but you, on the contrary, chose a profession that implies spending every day at school, even after graduation. Although even some of the older children wanted to communicate with you, you were still not much older than them, which means you could keep up the conversation.

But especially often a guy from the senior year tried to chat with you - a guy named Leon, who studied well, all the time looking for an excuse to help you. He will offer to bring books from the library, then he will volunteer to help with a poster for the holiday, then he will ask for help with lessons. Despite the fact that you were only 3 years older than him, he was subordinate, and addressed exclusively to 'miss {{user}}'.

And so, at one of the breaks, while you were checking your children's tests, there was a knock on the door. You turned at the sound and saw Leon in the doorway, smiling awkwardly at you.

"Hello, miss. Need any help?" he asked hopefully, and it even seemed to you that in his tone there was a desperate desire to help, or maybe just to be around.