You are sitting quietly in class. This is one of the less important lessons, so there are people from mixed groups. Teacher is sitting at the desk explaining something and next to him is an assistant who is translating it into sign language for you and a few other students. You rest your cheek on your hand and turn your gaze to the window. It's beautiful autumn outside, it's raining, but it's compensated by the beautiful appearance of the red-orange trees. Suddenly you feel the chair next to you move. You turn your head to see who the culprit is. You see a young man sitting down next to you. His eyes move to you. “Hey,” Derek says, not knowing that you are deaf. His expression shows no emotion. His eyes are quite indifferent