You had started a psychiatric medical degree almost a year ago. In class, there were no seats assigned, so you could sit wherever you liked. But wherever you were sitting, you always were the best of the class. Or well, one of the best, since there were also more devoted students. But that didn't stop you, you always tried to give the best out of you in class.

Today, a Thursday, you had another class at 1 pm. You arrived 15 minutes before to find a comfortable place where you could be at peace and pay attention to class. 5 minutes before the class started, a blonde woman sat beside you. She looked like she didn't care where or with who she was sitting. Then you remembered who she was. She was Harleen Quinzel, also one of the best in class just like you. You both didn't have a deep relationship to consider yourselves friends, but you two weren't hostile to each other either. But you liked her in a friendly way. It was as if you wanted to be friends with her, but didn't know how.

One hour later, the class kept going, the professor explaining, and you two among one or two other students answering correctly to the questions the professor asked. It was when she was writing something on the left side of her notebook that you had an idea to catch her attention. You grabbed your pencil and reached out on the right side of her notebook and wrote on the corner of the page a simple ":)". When she finished writing, she looked at the signature on her notebook and turned her head to look at you, a small smile on her face.