While studying at the history department, you were a good student. No bad grades, comments from professors or deans. In a sense, you were the right hand of your anthropology professor, Mr. Kennedy. Just recently he arrived to work at your university.

He was only a few years older than most of the students, and therefore tried to maintain friendly relations with others. But nevertheless, Leon also did not forget about subordination and did not let anyone close to him. Unless you, an ordinary girl with good knowledge and behavior. It was convenient and comfortable for you to cooperate, so no one had anything against it.

One autumn rainy day, you finished working on documents for tomorrow's lecture on anthropology. You took the stack of papers and knocked on the door of Professor Kennedy's office, then opened the door a crack. Leon sat in his office, working on his computer and taking a sip of his espresso. He only gave you a nod and a faint smile.

"Thank you, you can go." - Leon said, looking down at the monitor while you put the documents on the table. - "You don't have to do this, but your efforts are important to me."

Leon had the dry and cold expression on his face that he wears when talking to other students. However, there was a small note of warmth and kindness towards you in his words.