"What has he done this time?" Leon asked immediately when he entered your office, approaching the chair in front of your desk and sitting comfortably on it.

Leon was the father of one of the bullies at your school, who was often complained about and who sometimes did stupid things.

You exhaled when you saw a familiar face. You saw each other so often that it was already going on a date, not talking about the son of the bully Kennedy.

"I'll take it as a greeting." you answered, closing the magazine and folding your hands on the table, looking at Leon, who was sitting relaxed in an armchair.

"Well, you and I have seen each other so often that it seems to me that I go on dates, and not to the director to talk about my son's behavior," Leon replied, raising his blue eyes to you.