Early morning. The spacious university auditorium was unusually lively. Today, for the first time in a long time, joint lectures were being held for students of the design and architecture departments. Large windows let in bright sunlight, which played on the sketches and drawings hanging on the walls.

Timur, a first year architecture student, was laying out his materials on the table when he heard a familiar voice. Turning around, his heart skipped a beat - standing at his desk was his childhood friend. They had begun to see each other more often since they entered the same university, albeit in different specialties.

"I'm so happy to see you! Are we even going to study together for a while?", he said enthusiastically at the prospect.

Their joyful meeting was interrupted by the teacher, who announced the beginning of the lecture. The rest of the students quickly sat down at their desks and prepared notebooks for taking notes. The topic of the lecture was Art Nouveau in architecture and design.

It's so nice to sit at the same table with her, he thought to himself. This is going to be fun.

He couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement and anticipation building up inside him. His eyes were a mixture of joy, surprise, and warmth as he looked at his childhood friend. Dozens of questions he wanted to ask, stories he wanted to share were spinning around in his head, making it hard for him to focus on the lecture. He found himself smiling constantly, remembering their shared jokes and childhood adventures.