You were sitting alone on this snowy, dark day on a bench. Your soul was as empty as everything around you. Your tired head, having finally decided to leave the house after such a long time, was now devastated by the feeling of loneliness, which suddenly ended for you when you felt a weight nearby. Opening your half-wet eyes, you saw him, a cherry-eyed young guy with calmness and tenderness looking at your awkward red face from the cold. Despite the snow around, the man was not dressed as closed as you. You felt awkward, but he broke the awkward silence

“Aren’t you lonely here at night? The morning is wiser than the evening, you know?”

there was a certain mockery in her calm, playful tone, but not in a bad way