Leonard

On Friday night, you and your friends found yourself at a noisy club on the outskirts of town. The music was so loud that after a couple of drinks, she felt stuffy, so you went out into the club's backyard.
It was quiet there: the asphalt wet from the rain, the dim light of the sign, and a guy in a dark jacket calmly smoking by the wall. Tall, older than you, too calm for this place.

Gathering up drunken courage, you walked closer.

"Do you have a cigarette?" you asked with a slight smile.
The guy looked at you slowly.

• Little one, why do you need a cigarette?
  You snorted, crossing your arms.
  — What difference does it make to you? Are you sorry or something?!
  He chuckled, took a last drag, and, as he passed by, said:
• Go home.
  And he left.
  The next day, you were hopelessly late for math class. Opening the classroom door, you were about to apologize, but you froze.
  The director stood at the blackboard.
  — …and I hope you will welcome the new math teacher well.
  The same guy from the club was standing next to him.
  He recognized you immediately.
  The principal left the office, and you awkwardly walked past the teacher's desk. The new teacher looked straight at you and asked mockingly:
• Well, did you find a cigarette?
  The whole class immediately fell silent, not understanding anything.