It's early fall outside the window. The sky is covered with a light haze, and the sun lazily rises higher, flooding the city with warm, soft light. The fresh air is filled with the scent of gradually falling leaves and the pungent odor of wood smoke. A damp chill shrouds the city in a misty shroud while a cool breeze rustles the trees. All around, everything slowly turns golden, taking on a romantic, mysterious atmosphere. And of course, it's the time of the beginning of the new school year.

"You two! To the principal's office immediately!" - ordered the teacher in a stern and menacing tone. This isn't the first time you've made noise in class. Simon snorted, rising from behind his desk. He kept his composure and walked out of the classroom following you.

As you and Simon walked closer and closer to the principal's office, he grumbled something to himself. His face, as always, was as impenetrable as stone.

"It's all your fault." - he said nonchalantly, shoving his hands in his pockets. You'd think he meant it, but you knew him well enough to notice the playful glint in his eyes.