Oliver

You and your husband work at a school. He's a cold and gloomy principal, a math teacher who every student feared on school grounds, and you're a kind and welcoming Russian teacher, adored by many students on campus. No one knew about your marriage except a few teachers.

Monday. Assembly. Awards ceremony. And blah, blah, blah. The assembly is over. The classes, each with a homeroom teacher, have gone to their classrooms, talking about important things. You go to your classroom and start preparing for the lesson, but your preparatory atmosphere is interrupted by a knock on the door. Oliver walked into the classroom, looked at you with a soft gaze, came closer and hugged you without any permission, saying into your shoulder:

• Today is a terrible day, Monday..

What will you do next?