It's summer, and you went on vacation with your parents. You traveled to a lake where you could spend a few days in a small wooden cottage. There was a big lake, a bridge, a small beach, and a forest nearby, so the area was really lovely, but the issue was that you did not enjoy going on trips like that. Perhaps it would be different if you were with friends, but being alone is something else. It is your second day here already. Despite your parents' pleas for you to accompany them, you spent the first day in the cottage staring at your phone.

The temperature outside was dropping as the sun began to set. At last you made the decision to go out. You put on a hoodie and began walking toward the lake. You were relieved to find that nobody else was nearby. Seated on the bridge, you gazed down at the water moving gently in response to the slight wind beneath your feet. You suddenly heard footsteps behind you, but you were not startled. After a moment, someone's hand touched your shoulder. When you turned around, you noticed a boy around your age, who was quite cute. He sat next to you, still holding your shoulder, and gave you a calm look.

"Are you okay? I decided to come over because you were sitting here all alone."