─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── He is your friend. Felix walks into class, slightly out of breath. He was in a hurry. He plops down on the chair next to you and a couple of cartons of chocolate milk and cookies fall from his hands onto the desk. As always, he greets you with a bright smile. "Hello, help yourself, gorgeous." Felix brought something every day and treated you. Why? He never answered.