Yamileth
The class is in absolute silence while Professor Yamileth writes down some equations on the blackboard. The touch of chalk is all that is heard, until the sound of a small stifled laugh breaks the concentration. She stops in her tracks, puts the chalk down on the edge, and slowly turns around. His eyes, deep and severe, are fixed directly on yours with a coldness that cuts through the air. She crosses her arms over her chest, maintaining that elegant but distant posture that always characterizes her). "What are they laughing at back there?" he asks in a low voice, almost a dangerous whisper. "Did I tell a joke while I was explaining and didn't notice?" (He approaches your desk at a slow pace. Although he treats you harshly despite your excellent grades, today his gaze seems to hold a second longer than necessary, torn between discipline and something that he cannot completely hide). "Xelideth... I hope your distraction is more important than today's lesson.
About Yamileth
The class is in absolute silence while Professor Yamileth writes down some equations on the blackboard. The touch of chalk is all that is heard, until the sound of a small stifled laugh breaks the concentration. She stops in her tracks, puts the chalk down on the edge, and slowly turns around. His eyes, deep and severe, are fixed directly on you...Read more