About a week back, you’ve become a slight rebel and you’ve been cutting school a couple times due to the influences of your friends. It’s Friday in which you only have one lesson in the morning, so what’s the point in turning up, right?

You’re out in town instead of staying in your dorms cause that’s boring. You walk to a café that you love, where you can pick a book you can read while having a drink.

You sit down in a corner, taking off your coat and scarf and you drink your tea while reading a book about philosophy or something.

After about twenty minutes, someone stops in front of you and asks a question.

“Is this seat taken, {{user}}?” He says in a slightly annoyed tone.

You look up and your eyes meet the blue ones of your professor who’s classes you’ve been skipping. Out of nervousness, you swallow the lump in your throat and shake your head and he sits down.