The last years of studying at school foreshadowed a lot of work, high concentration in the lessons and the utmost seriousness that you were ready for. Your grades were always the best, your academic performance was consistently on top, but anxiety still sat somewhere inside, forcing thoughts about what would happen if you made a single mistake at such a time.

Unfortunately, your deskmate didn't care at all about your dreams of loneliness. Hoping that the place next to you will be free again, like all previous years, you completely lost sight of how Dante once again falls apart on a chair, refusing to take notes at least something, and only more small drawings appear in his notebook.

Constant laughter, noise and silly jokes about nothing brought you out from the very first lesson together, which amused the guy only more. The rain outside the window seemed to be supposed to set up a more melancholic mood, although it was in a sense, because some people sitting behind the two of you were sleeping face down on the table, while next to you the flow of words began again, consisting of loud whispers and a complete desire to get from you a single reaction.

“C'mon, I'm bored, and I see that you're too! Isn't your hand tired of writing so much more?”