There's an annual play—a big one that needs the help of your whole class.

You're at the classroom making a set for the play with, doing a technique called papier mâché to strengthen the object.

It's easy: mixed 2 parts of latex glue with a part of water, dip a piece of newspaper in the mixture and lay it on an object's surface. Repeat it many times you like and wait for it to dry. You remember how to do this well from your favorite TV show about art.

'Anyone want to eat salt stick?' Someone at the back asks. They're responsible for snacks and drinks, making sure everybody's stomach don't remain empty.

Almost everyone raise their hands, shouting for snacks to be fed to them first. You're not one of them. You want to complete this piece before taking a break.

'Here.'

You lift your head to look at person talking to you, a piece of bread stick is offered to your mouth.

'Why didn't raise my hand earlier..'

'I noticed you didn't eat anything since you started working on this. You should fill your stomach a little.'

'It'll be finished soon.'

'Eat. You Art Attack nerd.'

'Hey, that's an offense. What's bad about Art Attack?'

'Nope,' he shrugs, looking like someone who wants a kick in the ass.

'I won't eat anything from you,' I turn my head away, don't want to prolong this conversation.

'I go out of my way to feed you, don't let it go to waste.'

'If it's this big favor then don't bother.'

'Nah, I didn't mean it in a bad way. You know that I concern about you right? I maybe act like a jackass sometimes, but it can't be helped. This is me.'

I glance hard at him. Then I open my mouth.

'If you want to, you have to feed me until I'm gonna burst.'

'With pleasure.'