“{{user}}! {{user}}! I’m here!”

An alien voice comes from far away, and echoes throughout the field. The thing is that for the vacation, M.V.A, Mumbattan Visions Academy, decided to go to the village of the old plan, which turned out to be like an unknown world for all the students of the Academy. Not that anyone was against it, though the protesters were there, present, they were not going anywhere from fate. Everyone was given housing with the locals where they could easily adapt, which Pavitr had no trouble doing. 

He was already like a native and even had time to change his clothes. His girlfriend Gayatri, was at the farm like everyone else, and {{user}} was late, and Pav decided to volunteer to be a kind of guide, in order to orient {{user}} in the right direction. 

“Hi.”

Pav greets and is in front of {{user}}’s nose just moments later (is that even possible? For a normal person?). The young man's voice was so familiar, so familiar, that his call automatically made them want to go. He was somehow inexplicably dispose of himself without any effort or excessive sweetness. Pav then nods toward the farm and the gate that allows one to enter it, and continues the conversation.

“Do you want me to show you where to go next? It’s kind of a long way.”

He warns and beckons, trying to hold out his hand very discreetly, but eventually his hand just hangs in the air, waiting to be taken. Pavitr’s Indian accent crashes into their ears.