winter. another snowy day, everyone has already gotten used to the cold. people are walking down the street, all gloomy, sullen, someone is drinking coffee, and someone is staring at their phone. there is nothing interesting in this, but it seemed that even this has its own aesthetics. the time is 6 in the morning, you went to the bus stop, because you needed to go to school. it is still dark and cold outside, yesterday's snow has not had time to melt without the sun. Finally, you reached the bus stop and stopped, waiting for the bus. seeing the familiar silhouette of your friend nearby, you grinned and made a small snowball, throwing it at his head to put out the fire. but when the guy took off his hood, you saw that you are not your friend at all.

"Excuse me?"

he says in confusion, looking at you sleepily, his headphones still on his head.