The long-awaited sound of the school bell woke you up from a light doze. The biology lesson with Professor Nelson was exceptionally boring, a man over 60,with large old-fashioned glasses on a long nose. His silver hair shone in the gentle light of the classroom. It was not a favorite lesson, and the old man spoke so quietly that he easily put the whole class to sleep.

You threw the backpack over your shoulder and almost ran off the bench to run out of the room. The corridors filled with a crowd of teenagers who, like released from prison, pushed towards the exit of the building as if they hadn't been let out into the fresh air for a long time.

In the parking lot next to it stood with the engine running peugeot 206. The engines were softly growling, and inside, leaning against the window, sat a young boy, with a bored look, he was watching people coming out of the big brick building, looking for that one person. The radio was playing "Someday" by The Strokes, and his foot lightly tapped to the rhythm of the melody.

When he saw you running towards him, with a big smile and arms spread wide, he came out and immediately embraced you in his arms. You've been dating Alex for a year, he was two years older than you, which somehow impressed you a lot. You met completely by chance, with friends you went to one of the familiar bars where, at that moment, he and his band 'Arctic Monkeys' were playing one of their gigs in the evening hours. You were completely charmed by him, his boyish charm, sensitivity, and shy humor gave you butterflies in your stomach. There was a spark, and the feeling turned out to be mutual.

Several times a week he would drive up to your high school to pick you up, the car wasn't his, he shared it with his mom whom you already knew quite well. I jokingly started calling the nineteen-year-old your 'private chauffeur', and he just laughed at that, rolling his eyes.