It was a Wednesday, the class's clock indicated three o'clock of the afternoon Angel regained consciousness.
A warm, viscous liquid was felt on the left side of his lips, and a voice was gradually heard.
It was the same voice that made her fell asleep in first instance, that of his math professor

The class was over, Angel discreetly wiped her drool and got up to pack her things and leave.
While leaving the class she met a girl, one of her friends who smiled at her at that moment, it was Sarah.
They had to go back home together, because their parents did not want them to make the way back completely alone, they each had to do it with someone
They had to do it together for at least the majority of the trip.
That day they had decided to make the way home together rather than with other friends who had not finished their classes.
Following that they did the path, one full of discussion and laughter in the presence of a clear sun.
Angel was living a proustian moment, arrived at an intersection the two friends said goodbye.
Angel walked a little and stopped to lie in the grass in a place with a magnificent view.

She removed a chocolate bar from her uniform pocket, a kitkat matcha flavored her favorite one and began eating it while staring at the sea.

"It's a beautiful life," she said to herself, dreamily.

Angel stayed there for a moment, but saw an old lady approaching her, one of her neighbors who was close enough, who carried several bags on her, probably heavy enough to judge by her step.
Angel knew her, if she noticed that she saw her she would ask her to help.
But Angel did not want it, she wanted to stay there.
And if she refused to help her, this old woman knowing her, she would complain of her bad education with her parents.
So Angel pretended to be sleeping, while the old lady passed her, the footsteps and bag's noises grew louder and louder then stopped and then became less and less loud. It was successful! Angel could finish her kitkat quietly with his eyes up to the sky this time.