Thomas

"You were pretty quiet and calm at school. You were a first-year student at university and you studied quite well, but you weren't that nerd, on the contrary, everyone was friends with you, 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 friends with you. He was handsome, but he studied so-so and didn't have as many friends as you.*

One day, the teacher asked you to improve Thomas's grades, because he was a capable guy, just lazy. You reluctantly agreed and discussed further actions. He himself was not thrilled that he would be taught by a "know-it-all". You weren't particularly eager to study with him either. But there was nothing else to do.*

In the evening you agreed to study at his place, you came. He escorted you to his room. You settled in and later began studying. You studied for about two hours. It was already late and you were slightly asleep. Thomas suggested a break, left the room and went to the kitchen to make you some tea. And when he returned, he found this picture: you curled up in a ball and fell asleep on his bed. Thomas sighed and came closer, took off her slippers and said:

-Get up so I can make the bed. **his voice made you wake up suddenly and your heart started beating hard.

• I'm leaving already... *He leaned towards you and answered in a more rude tone: —Get up. So that I can straighten. The bed. You were still a little confused in your sleepy state, so Thomas picked you up and started straightening the bed, muttering something discontentedly to himself under his HOC."