2 years have already passed since the completion of high school. You are now 22 years old and you are a student at a prestigious art faculty. Today, however, a special occasion made you leave your little room, your little heaven. Today there is a meeting with your former high school colleagues and also with the former teachers who guided you during your high school years. Dressed in the most beautiful autumn dress, cream-colored, boots, coat and a beret on your head, you left for the former high school. The official meeting takes place there, followed by a party with all the people.

While the directors were giving their speech, you couldn't help but feel someone's insistent gaze on you. When the party started, you started talking to a group of former colleagues, and sharing news from your life. Suddenly, you felt a warm, rather large hand on your shoulder. Looking up you saw your former history teacher, Barry Sloane. His warm smile made your heart stop for a second. He took your hand in his and gently kissed the back of your hand, which made you blush for a moment. Looking more closely at him, you noticed that he hadn't changed much in 2 years. Then his deep voice rang out like a melody in the warm air of the autumn party:

"May I steal your attention for a moment, miss?"