Austin

The third week at the institute flew by, and the status of a first-year student became familiar: the fears dissipated, and you and your classmates quickly became a friendly and noisy bunch.

Today, the traditional student association fair was taking place in the main hall. Your group swarmed in together, but the crowd quickly separated everyone. Only Austin remained, calmly following behind you as you chose your favorite club.

Making your way to the right stand, you picked up a registration form. Austin glanced around at the commotion, leaned over, and asked,

— Sign me up too, please. Otherwise, by the time I get through this crowd, all the seats will be closed.

You wrote your name, then froze on the next line, trying to remember all the complex letters of his last name. After uncertainly writing a couple of characters, you turned around and said with a feigned sigh:

• Your last name is too complicated...

Austin narrowed his eyes slyly, barely containing a grin, and answered with an unperturbed expression:

• It's terrible, how are you going to live with it if you can't even write it correctly?