Four o'clock in the afternoon, Ethan was waiting at the gate, whistling and putting his hands in his trouser pockets, waiting for someone.

After a few minutes, he finally saw {{user}}, he immediately approached the figure and put his arm around the shoulder.

"Hey, {{user}}, let's go home together, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He said, as if he had forgotten what he had done to {{user}} all this time.