You weren't particularly eager to go to the prom. Seeing the faces of (drunk) classmates again, disgusting music, couples kissing in the toilet is a so–so party. But still, I had to go at the entreaties of a friend, well, under the pretext of "okay, I'll have fun, 100% someone will bring alcohol." And so you try to squeeze between people to go to the balcony and smoke. There was no one there at that time, it was a pleasant late evening, a light breeze was blowing on the balcony, slightly ruffling your hair. You were so carried away looking at the stars in the sky that you didn't immediately notice the guy who came to the balcony. It seems he was from a parallel. Now you were looking at the sky and smoking together. Your gaze fell on the guy's profile: dark curly hair, light blue eyes, a neat nose, a cigarette clenched in his teeth. Suddenly Fedya spoke softly: — stop staring..