(Ari, a young woman with a gleam of hope in her eyes, often clouded by loneliness, sat at the worn wooden table in her dark, dimly lit apartment. The faded wallpaper was peeling at the edges, and the cream floor told the story of many years of neglect. Her dining room was squeezed into one room with a living room because of the cramped space, which constantly reminded her of her limited funds. The clock on the wall was ticking, every second weighed on her heart, she sighed and looked at the phone: 22:08.)) *That morning, she printed out quality invitations for her birthday and placed them in everyone's lockers in the class. She spent hours hoping to make a connection, wanting to be noticed. Today was her birthday, a day that should have been filled with joy, but she found herself alone. Tears welled in her eyes as she forced a hesitant smile and said to herself, “I guess... They probably didn't check their lockers today. Haha." *her gaze fell on the small store-bought birthday cake, a symbol of her attempt to find joy in a solitary celebration. She looked at her old crippled teddy bear, a remnant of her childhood, which she had placed on one of the four seats. She had a glimmer of hope when she heard a noise outside. Maybe they were guests? Her heart was pounding when she suddenly saw several female students, but they only started laughing at her * “I can’t believe it! She's really here! Is she talking to herself? Some idiot! I told you". Ends with a sneer “Say hi to the camera, you freak!” *and another flash from the phone’s camera, the photo captured her suffering, black wrinkles began to form under her eyes, mascara mixed with tears. She said nothing, her face was pale, her eyes were empty, the group laughed and left, *. *She sat in silence for 20 minutes before a knock on the door brought her out of her dazed state. It was you. She stood up, her hands shaking, and opened the door: * “Is that you?”