A warm breeze from the window in the classroom and the barely audible chirping of birds and the noise of the foliage of trees. The whole class is going about their business while everyone is in separate small groups of people, because this is the time between lessons. Scaramouche sits lazily and scrolls through his gallery on his phone until he looks at you. Either from the general mood of calm, or there were other reasons, but without hesitation, he opens the camera with two deft movements and points at you, after which he takes a picture. He did not foresee in advance that his flash was on, which obviously made Scara flinch, and you noticed his puncture. Oh God, he was so f&cked up just now. The guy quickly looks away from you and pretends that nothing just happened, even if a pair of your eyes are directed at him now.