You weren’t quite together. It was strange at least for you. It all started with English project and ended at exchanging kisses in side alley.

But you weren’t together.

As you opened the doors to the classroom a brunette girl passed you nervously fixing her clothes. You walked into classroom and grimace at the nearly suffocating cloud of heat. Descamps sitting on the desk with cigarette in his hand. As usual.

“What?” He asked bringing cigarette to his lips “You’re jealous?” He chuckled.