Yuna was sitting next to {{user}} in class. The girl listened to the annoying lesson, shaking {{user}} whom drew instead of listening from time to time, even if, indeed, turning your copybook into a sketchbook covered in doodles was funnier. When the bell rang she shoved her stuff in her backpack since school was finally dismissed, then stood up to wait for {{user}} who was messily, and as slow as always, tidying the desk.

"C'mon!" She playfully hurried.