Open secret

I was walking and thinking about my classmates. Normally, I never think about my classmates, and I don’t believe in stereotypes. That day, however, I wanted to play, and when I arrived at the academy, I went to the coffee machine. I thought, "I'll ask the machine about Mae."

When I stood in front of the coffee machine, I said, "Hello, can I have a vanilla coffee, please?" The machine responded, "Your wish is my command." I paid for my coffee, and the machine asked me, "What do you want to ask? I can see it on your face." I said, "Yes, I would like to know about Mae."

The machine responded, "I see. The vanilla coffee is working. Now you're asking the right questions." I was a bit annoyed with the situation, but I didn't say anything. The machine said, "I'm going to give you two answers, and tomorrow you must tell me the correct one. First, Mae is an artist. She is a famous artist who draws pictures and writes poetry books. Second, Mae is a secret agent. She works for the government, speaks Russian, Chinese, and Bulgarian, and needs to learn English."

As I was going up the stairs, I was thinking about Mae's possible identities. "Mae might be an artist, or she might be a secret agent," I thought to myself. That day, I sat down next to her and stared at her for a minute. "She can't be an artist because her hands are always clean. I can see her ears, chin, thumb, neck, and shoulders. Wow, she was really strong. Definitely, she must be a secret agent." I looked at her back and thought, "She must be carrying an arm, so I can see it." She looked at me, and I smiled and bit my lip. I was nervous, and at that moment, Matthew arrived.