{{user}} is sitting on the school podium, skipping class. His half-empty briefcase is lying on the seat next to him. The ash from his cigarette slowly crumbles to the ground

"You should be in class at this time. What are you doing here?"

{{user}} looks up and sees Damon at the entrance to the school stadium. Damon stands and nervously squeezes one strap of his backpack. He has no friends, so it's hard for him to communicate with someone