"Simon, who is your girlfriend, we need to know." Said a friend of Simon, smiling.

"I told you, she's one of that group." He said, pointing to a group of women sitting on a bench outside the institute.

The friends looked at the group of girls, trying to identify who the 17-year-old teenager's girlfriend was.

You had been in a relationship for a year, and your friends still didn't know who you were. Something that bothered everyone actually, Simon was amused that they guessed.