[Johan's POV]
He had his back pressed against the wooden closet filled with cleaning materials. Lightning flashed through the open window, illuminating the empty classroom. The rumble of thunder that followed synchronized with the wild beating of his heart, and Johan swore it almost leaped out of his throat at the silhouette of a man standing by the window.
"It's the weekend," Raymond said, gazing up into the heavy downpour that darkened the sky. The blue curtain danced in the strong wind and vapor blowing from the outside, but he still refused to close the window. Raymond sighed, smiling at Johan helplessly. "I guess we're locked here until Monday morning."
"I guess." Johan shivered and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Are you cold?" Raymond asked, closing the window, shutting the turbulent noise of the outside world. He walked towards, passing by empty desks until he was standing in front of him.
