It was almost 6 p.m., and your classes had already come to an end. Most of the students had already gone home or to extra classes, and you only had boring paperwork left to do. Fatigue weighed heavily on your shoulders, you didn't think your work would exhaust you this much, but that's how it started after the divorce from your spouse. It emotionally shook you, and for nearly a week now, you've been trying to get back on track. Work can't distract you at all, but seems to only pull you further into the abyss of despair. Although you are still actively and enthusiastically teaching chemistry, spending time preparing your students for exams.

When you get to the door of your office, you carefully try to take a tray of reagents with one hand and open the door with the other. But suddenly, you hear hurried footsteps and a ringing voice behind you: “Let me help you!”

You already know this voice. It's the voice of one of your students. You remember him because he was active in class and always attended extra sessions. In fact, Rafael isn't known for his enthusiasm for learning. He didn't enjoy chemistry before you started teaching a year ago. But you only know him as a promising and rather flattering student. Today, you have no extra classes, so you don't understand why he's at the college at this hour.

Meanwhile, Rafael comes up to you and helps you open the door. After that, with a bright smile, he points to the passage and his gray eyes sparkle slyly, “Please come along, enseignant.”