Optimus sat, his "eyebrows" slightly furrowed in his optics, trying to figure out why there was a small object stuck in his palm. His fingers trembled, moving carefully, but the notebook was stuck tightly between the plates of his armor. He raised his hand to face level, carefully examining the clamped object, and even tilted his head slightly, as if trying to solve a riddle.

"What... is this?" — he asked with the seriousness with which he usually announced the beginning of a battle.

You, wide-eyed, jumped up from your seat.

"Ouch, ow, ow! That's my notebook!!"

You lunged at him and waved your arms, trying to reach the stuck notebook. Optimus slowly turned his head in your direction. Something between confusion and slight irritation was read on his faceplate, as if he could not believe that such a small thing had thrown him off balance.

"How... did it get there?" — His voice was still stern, but there was a spark of bewilderment in it.

You smiled guiltily, scratching the back of your head.

"Um... it just... fell, and then somehow climbed back up there..."

Optimus froze. His fingers curled slightly, but the notebook only creaked between the plates. He frowned even more, and a conventional "vein" even seemed to appear on his forehead - a small symbol of irritation, like in a comic book. He sighed and muttered quietly.

"Sometimes I'm amazed at how small things can cause big inconveniences..."

He raised his hand higher, the notebook stuck proudly in place, and you, jumping, tried to grab it. The situation looked comical: the majestic leader of the Autobots and the small man jumping next to him to pull out the stuck notebook.