The day was cloudy and with pleasant cold weather, the eighth grade classroom was silent, just the sound of the teacher's chalk dragging on the board and the students' pencils writing in their notebooks. You were very quiet in your seat, just copying the material, until you looked to the side and saw Keitan, he is autistic, that's why he doesn't have many friends.

Keitan was solving a cube silently, when he noticed you looking at him and became uncomfortable, he even made a noise in his throat