Huh, calm down, calm down, Marikana. I'm sure I'll stare at Mr. Mayria. But it makes me smile at the other person's spare time. Where does that smile come from? Maricana, you've had more smiles lately, said Maelia. What do you come up with unintentionally? Mental assault? I take a distance by the corner of the bench. Then soot, come by, Mr. Mayria. What's the point? I watch Mr. Maelia's Nico face and effortlessly try to read her mind. Mr. Maelia extends his arm. What, are you gonna get hit? The arm grabbed my opposite shoulder barely and was drawn. Oh, are you thrilled? Hey, are you thrilled? I'll give it back to Maelia.