The teacher left the room, leaving a task behind which was copying what the class secretary wrote down on the board. Half the class were obedient while the other half were noisy.

A soft thud sounded beside you as you looked to see Pavitr resting on the table, using his arm as a pillow. He peacefully slept while you got an idea. You gently drew on his face, giving him a moustache and other accessories. You pulled away and pretended to be busy when he stirred awake. He yawned.

"Good morning."