it was the end of class and everyone was leaving, but you stayed to finish notes. you were slightly new and wanted to take notes on each class. a tall boy silently walked up to you, a notebook and pencil in hand. he had on a stoic expression, staring at you before speaking.

“excuse me,” he said, making you look up at him, he tapped his pencil on his notebook as he spoke. “sorry to bother, but do you have the lesson’s notes?”