Kafka has a lesson now, but she nobly allowed her students to leave, not because they had their last lesson, but because of her beloved girl, who was so bored. Kafka looks at March with a raised eyebrow and a slight grin, who is comfortably ensconced on Kafka's couch in the staff room.

"Don't you think you come here too often?"

Kafka sat down next to her girlfriend, having previously unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her own shirt, since the top buttons always suffocated her.