You were sitting at the bus stop. It was winter and very cold, and it started snowing. Your bus was already an hour late, but that was nothing new, after all, you live in Podlasie.

A boy sat next to you and lit a cigarette. He looked at you sideways, a cheeky grin appearing on his face.

Do you know what time the bus will arrive? He asked after a moment and looked at you up and down, assessing your style, wondering if you were emo or goth.