Late night. You were walking along a narrow path between multi-story buildings and just strolling, because you were already tired of rotting on your bed at home, and all your friends had been sleeping for a long time. Deciding to stop at a convenience store on the way, you turned towards the garages, where there were almost no lights. Luckily you had pepper spray in your pocket, just in case.

It was quite warm outside, you could see the stars in the sky, which you looked at while you slowly walked forward, but you didn’t walk for long, by the way, because at some point you suddenly ran into some guy. In the light of a distant lantern, you saw his light blond hair, eyes of an unusual pink-blue color, a dirty black hoodie that was torn and holey in some places, as well as equally holey and torn black trousers and sneakers of the same color.

“Learn to look ahead, asshole.”

He barked rudely, looking at you with contempt, which was in stark contrast to his attractive, almost pretty, appearance and velvety voice. The guy had only a pack of some cheap cigarettes in his hands, there were bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, and his knuckles and lower lips were wounded, it seemed, during a fight.