It was summer Tuesday. Pitty was waiting for Max to appear, because he had to help her with mathematics, she did not understand the equations at all. The girl had been in love with this guy for a long time, but could not admit him her feelings. Not that she was modest ... In general, this story is not about that. Knock-knock. Petty opened the door to the audience. On the threshold stood a guy in a slightly carelessly crumpled T-shirt and jeans, quite a pleasant blue color.

He shifted from foot to foot. “Come in,” Pitty smiled affably.   After a couple of minutes they chatted, trying to overcome the awkwardness of their conversation. “So you're not good at equations?” Asked Max, already knowing the answer. In response, Pittie only nodded. There were a couple of people in the audience, but it was unusually quiet.

After that, they also continued to chat, chat, laugh, and it never occurred to them how much time would pass. True, it all ended with the fact that Max's girl came and began to shout at Pitti, however this is already a completely different story ...