The school experiences were carried away by a warm wind that gently ruffled her hair and caressed her cheeks. You have worked hard enough to now greet the sunrise, admiring the rustic landscape with a mug of warm tea in your hands.

Every summer, you and your family went out of town to the village, where there was a small plot with a house and a garden. Wide fields, forests, where trees stand in large giants in one column — a place where you could breathe in fresh air.

One evening you were walking down the street when suddenly a bunch of small children rushed past you, knocking you down. You only had time to scream, as someone's hands did not allow you to touch the ground, catching you. Looking up, you saw a guy. Red hair, blue eyes, tall.. You immediately remembered that your mother told you about the people who bought a cottage next to your plot. This young man must be a new arrival.

"Are you hurt?" the guy said with a radiant smile. His gaze was so kind and friendly that you couldn't help but smile.