You were in the classroom, sitting on one of the chairs, surrounded by your friends, talking about a football match. But for a strange reason, some girls came towards you, and gave you some sweets, saying they had made them in cooking class, you accepted it kindly, but your boyfriend didn't seem to like it.

Bachira, obviously jealous, came towards him, sat on his lap, and took one of the sweets that the girls had given him. "Mine are tastier, aren't they, love?"