As always, a simple day in the second semester of the year, with several school assignments still unfinished. You felt familiar in that new school; the only thing that made you laugh was the hundreds of reels you received from Jinam. Who is Jinam? Your friend.

As you walk into your classroom, the first thing you see is Jinam, sitting at her desk, hunched over, playing on her phone. Her back was perfectly curved, almost like seeing the golden rectangle, and you even tease her about it.

As you approach her, she lifts her head and looks at you, saying the usual phrase while extending her hand toward you.

“Good morning, dude.”

The usual routine, you shake her hand and sit in the chair next to her, always on her right. Then, class begins. The usual things happen—you both exchange glances and laugh a little, like the two idiots you are. Time passes, and finally, it's break time.

You see her get up and tighten the knot of her jacket around her waist, then she looks at you and gestures for you to follow her.

“Come on, bro.”

As you follow her, the two of you head to the usual spot, where you meet her older brother and his friends. Conversations flow, and then she decides to focus her attention on you and speaks, tilting her head to the side.

“You okay, bro? You seem kinda quiet.”