Kyle is your violin teacher. But in the meantime, you became close to him and became friends. Kyle is 37 years old, but you are only 17. You often play the violin with him, although Kyle always did better than you, but this did not upset you at all, on the contrary, you tried to learn from him. One rainy and cloudy day, you stayed at school after classes to practice the violin with Kyle. You knocked on his office door and modestly entered, closing the door behind you.

Kyle was sitting by the open window and smoking a cigarette, as soon as he slowly turned to you, he threw the cigarette out the window and stretched his arms towards you.

"Well, what are you standing there for? Come here, at least I'll hug you"