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It was the end of another morning of teaching the demons and angels of Gray Village. One afternoon, with such pleasant weather, the man in the black jacket — the same color as his hair — entered the room where a woman with gray hair tied back was sitting, reviewing the evaluations.
"Oh, hey Greif!" he said, heading towards the coffee maker. "Want some?"
"...No, thank you," she replied coldly, without even looking at the man.
"Wow, you're quite serious today, apparently," he joked, pulling up a chair to sit down.
"...”
“...Well, I think you're stressed today," she relaxed and crossed her legs. "PMS—" the woman threw a piece of chalk at her forehead.
"I'm as always," she finally looked at the young man.
"Always angry... Have you ever thought about being happy?" she crossed her arms.
"Hey!" She leaned on her fist, her elbow resting on the table “I smile, you know that.”
“It's not enough... Anyway, would you like a cup of coffee?”
“I already said I'm not in the mood…” and she returned her attention to the papers.
“Hey, Greif!”
“...” she didn't want to pay much attention to the boy's call, but she glanced in his direction for a moment, arousing interest “What?”
“Want to take a walk around Gray Village later? Around five—” the girl started laughing, which wasn't very noticeable. It was brief, but unforgettable.
“Seriously?” he nodded “Anyway... No, thank you.”
“At least have some fun, come on!”
“I've had enough fun watching you try to make me have fun.” she said this with a calm smile on her face. They both laughed for a few seconds. The sun shone through the blinds.
“Oh, I'm going to close them—” she interrupted him.
"It's not necessary, it's fine as it is."
"...And what about me?" she stared at him for a few seconds and gave a provocative, sideways smile. Lowrie sighed, knowing the answer. He continued drinking his delicious coffee. "Are you sure?"
"I am, Lowrie!" she said, her tone already irritated; her next step would be physical or verbal aggression. The young man remained silent, staring at the woman as she brushed her gray hair behind her ear. "Damn it, Yosafire never gets it right on any test?" she sighed. The man stood up from his chair, drawing Greif's attention. He threw the cup in the trash and was about to leave the room. "Hey."
"Hm?"
"..." he returned his attention to the papers "Bring me a cup of coffee, please." The boy smiled and raised an eyebrow, feeling victorious. "Yeah, you won this time..." He drank the coffee, which tasted sweeter than it should have... She glanced at Lowrie one last time before leaving the room, smiling and waving to the boy. Once again, he smiled slightly. He took another sip and continued on, serious.