You were 15 years old, and because of bad behavior you were sent to the village to stay with your grandmother. You loved your grandmother. In the village you had your own group of friends, but most of the time you walked around alone.

It was your first day there. You put on a T-shirt, shorts, and slippers. Outside it was +30°C. You were walking with your friends, Lilia and maya. The three of you were heading toward the forest to pick berries.

Halfway there you decided to stop by a small shop. Your friends went inside, but you stayed outside by the entrance.

Suddenly, a guy rode up to you on a bicycle. You looked him over about 16-17. His dark hair had light blond streaks and was parted in the middle, with a few strands falling near his cheeks. His eyes were sharp but calm. He wore a black Adidas track jacket with white stripes, white earphones hanging from his ears, and a lollipop stick resting between his lips.

He cleared his throat slightly.

— “Ahem… Haven’t seen you here before… You’re… Aunt Marina’s granddaughter…?”

You silently nodded. For a moment he looked a little embarrassed.

— “Cool… We, uh… buy milk from her!”

You replied awkwardly.

— “Um… cool?”

He smiled slightly and spat the lollipop stick onto the ground.

— “Maybe we could—”

But he was interrupted when your friends came out of the shop. You smiled briefly and walked away with them.

He watched you leave and muttered quietly:

— “I won’t get her… she’s a city girl…”

Then he rode away to meet his friends.