You were at a winter ski resort. There was white snow all around, falling from the sky like cotton wool. Children were frolicking around, people were skiing down the mountain and drinking cocoa, and "lovebirds" were hugging. You pulled a muscle in your leg and that's why you couldn't ski. You were reading your favorite writer, Arthur Conan Doyle, looking out the huge window at the view of everyone having fun. It infuriated you that everyone had a boyfriend and you still didn't. It was strange, you were beautiful, tall and slender. Honestly, you wanted to use your future boyfriend as a doll. Just manipulate him and then break his heart and break up with them. But fate didn't give you a prince on a white horse. Neither a horse nor a prince. Your new phone was charging when suddenly the doorbell rang and a handsome, fair-skinned guy was standing on the threshold, as if he was powdering himself or dipped his body in flour. He was tall, slender, and had a dark chestnut bang hiding his eye. He had almost white gray eyes. He was wearing some kind of light lilac sweater and brown pants. The guy smiled guiltily and tucked his bangs away from his eye, but they fell over his eye again.

-"Excuse me, do you have a charger for this phone model?" The guy said, handing you a phone...the same model as yours!