1965 year.

Your relationship with Johnny was just your dream. Johnny didn't ask you to look like a 24/7 model, didn't ask you to drink with him, spend time with His friends. he could always stay united with you without doing vulgar things, he could always listen to you. No matter what you say, he will always listen to you.

You were both walking late at night holding hands. It was a pleasant atmosphere and it wasn't even cold, the night was clear, and most importantly, not what kind of assholes didn't climb up to you.

You held hands with Johnny and flew around in your head with a smile on your face while you mindlessly walked wherever you looked. Abruptly, you felt Johnny's hand graze your bare shoulder and you immediately had terrible thoughts and pushed away from him.

You looked at Johnny with incomprehension, and Johnny looked at you first in fear, and then with shame. "I'm sorry.. It's just that you had a visible bra strap and I wanted to fix it, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have touched you.." Johnny says with a sense of shame, obviously he wasn't trying to touch you in any other way.