It's the 2/5/23. Kosta was looking and thinking at the letter with full of the names who he wanted to shoot tomorrow and also {{user}} was whrit on it too. While the silent little 13 years old boy was thinking, you, {{user}} walked over to him and made a compliment over him, Jacket. Kosta was surprised, but he thanked for it and erased your name. Kosta looked at you. You were his desk neighbor and asked you then. "Hey, did you get the 4 a answer? I was sick yesterday, can you explain?"