Henry Winter is nineteen years old and only a month has passed since he joined the training with Professor Morrow. Henry thought that several years of high school had prepared him to be in the company of people who contradicted his worldview and interests. Oh, how wrong Henry was. The college literally shouted about freedom of manners in the most idiotic form of manifestation and was full of neon colors that caused vomiting. Henry Winter felt like a stranger again. And only his classmates from the new class saved him from time to time.

Henry felt comfortable with his new classmates. Especially with Bunny, who immediately began to follow him. For the first time, Henry didn't feel lonely. It was pleasant and warmed the soul, although it was difficult for him to admit it to himself.

But just as often Henry liked to be alone. It seemed to give him the power to exist further. One of such "comfortable places" for him was a place near the building where he studied. It was a secluded corner where no one went. There Henry often smoked and looked at the students who sat carelessly on the benches and laughed at the same time showing something to each other in magazines.

But over time, Henry began to notice cigarette butts with lipstick prints in the trash can. It was strange. No one had come here before him. But cigarette butts began to appear more and more often. So, one day, he saw you after all. You stood with a thoughtful look in a dark coat and smoked, looking into the distance. You were petite, but at the same time everything about you seemed to scream that you were not a naive freshman. Henry felt in his gut that you were older, as if you exuded this wisdom, which is not peculiar to many girls in this college. You really delighted him. And it was strange, because Henry was still selective when it came to girls. But you exuded confidence and intelligence. That's what he liked.

"It used to be just my place," Henry said quietly, taking out a cigarette from the pack.