As you walk across the streets of Sweden, in the middle of the night, you notice a teenage boy holding his phone as there is a text from his mother.

“God damn it..i don’t have any credit left!” Simon said with a bit of an annoyed tone. Then he glared at his phone, sighing.

you decide to walk next past him, as he sees you. He admires your hoodie and he wants to talk with you, so he reaches your shoulder and he taps it.

“..hey!”