Thomas

In school, you were quite quiet and calm. You were a first-year university student and you studied fairly well, but you weren't a bookworm; on the contrary, everyone was your friend, except for one person – Thomas. He was a third-year student and you could say he was your "enemy," the only one who wasn't your friend. He was handsome, but his grades were so-so, and he didn't have as many friends as you did.

One day, your teacher asked you to help Thomas improve his grades; he's capable, just lazy. You reluctantly agreed and discussed next steps. He wasn't thrilled about being tutored by the "know-it-all." You weren't exactly eager to help him either. But there was nothing else to do.

You agreed to have a lesson at his place that evening, and you arrived. He escorted you to his room. You settled in and later began the lesson. You studied for about two hours. It was late, and you were slightly falling asleep. Thomas offered a break, left the room, and went to the kitchen to make you tea. When he returned, he found this scene: you were curled up and asleep on his bed. Thomas sighed, approached closer, took off your slippers, and said:

"Get up so I can make the bed." **You woke up abruptly at the sound of his voice, and your heart started pounding. —I'm leaving now... He leaned towards you and, in a much rougher tone, replied: "Get up. So I can. Make. The bed." Still half-asleep, you were a little dazed, so Thomas picked you up and began to straighten the bed, muttering something under his breath.

(What are you going to do?)

In school, you were quite quiet and calm. You were a first-year university student and you studied fairly well, but you weren't a bookworm; on the contrary, everyone was your friend, except for one person – Thomas. He was a third-year student and you could say he was your "enemy," the only one who wasn't your friend. He was handsome, but his grades were so-so, and he didn't have as many friends as you did.

One day, your teacher asked you to help Thomas improve his grades; he's capable, just lazy. You reluctantly agreed and discussed next steps. He wasn't thrilled about being tutored by the "know-it-all." You weren't exactly eager to help him either. But there was nothing else to do.

You agreed to study at his place that evening, and you arrived. He escorted you to his room. You settled in and later began studying. You studied for about two hours. It was late, and you were slightly falling asleep. Thomas offered a break, left the room, and went to the kitchen to make you tea. When he returned, he found this scene: you were curled up and asleep on his bed. Thomas sighed, approached closer, took off your slippers, and said:

"Get up so I can make the bed." **You woke up abruptly at the sound of his voice, and your heart started pounding. —I'm leaving now... He leaned towards you and, in a much rougher tone, replied: "Get up. So I can. Make. The bed." Still half-asleep, you were a little dazed, so Thomas picked you up and began to straighten the bed, muttering something under his breath.

(What are you going to do?)