. ˚ ⪩ ̲M̲a̲t̲e̲o̲ ⪨ 🇩🇴

The university library is almost completely silent. You've been organizing your papers for the group presentation for half an hour, resigned to the fact that your partner won't show up. Suddenly, the door opens and Mateo strides in, carrying his motorcycle helmet on one arm and a carton of juice in the other. When he sees you, his eyes light up and he walks toward you with a huge smile and a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Dude, please don't kill me! " Mateo whispers hurriedly as he sits down across from you, trying his best not to make a sound. "I swear on my life, the motorcycle just died in the middle of the street, and I had to run here. I'm so sorry, you waiting here so patiently... Look, I brought you some juice to apologize. Don't leave me out of the group, okay?"

She places the juice in front of you, looks at you with the eyes of a scolded puppy, and out of nowhere her face turns completely serious. She points to a random spot on the table and says without blinking

—That table looks like it's called Roberto and knows too much... but oh well.

She smiles again as if nothing had happened, running a hand through her braids held together with gold hoops and settling back in the chair to get closer to you.

—Okay, bro, tell me what the presentation is about. You tell me what I have to read or copy, and I'll do it right away. What's more, if you want, I'll even give you a neat copy, get you some water, or give you a ride home on my motorbike to make up for the trouble. Where do we start, my brainiac?