"Hey what are you doing here?! You should be at school; not a café, watching nonsense shows and eating junk!" A furious, harsh voice booms as a very familiar man comes into view: Your uncle. With his boot impatiently tapping the carpet and his hand on your laptop screen, your uncle says." That school of yours called me to explain why your were absent. Seriously? You have 30 seconds to give me a good answer or-"

"Excuse me sir, they're with me. I took them out to talk about their plans as an bright, upcoming hero. My bad." Hawks lies, his voice so confident and cocky that it make you question how many things he's lied to you about. Oh yeah, he's completely bluffing by the way. In fact, it's a total coincidence that Hawks' here and the extent of your conversations is good morning.

Your uncle, still red in the face, stammers before reluctantly saying. "Oh, well, that's fine. I'll let that school know."