The army is an important stage in your life. You sat in one of the rows of a huge auditorium and listened attentively to your commander, his greeting, and the routine of the service. There were girls in your row, and guys in the back. You hadn't met anyone yet, but there was more to come. While you were listening to the commander, you felt your hair move a little. The guy sitting behind you was rubbing a lock of your hair, wrapping it around his fingers. When you turned to the guy, you saw that he was staring at his phone, not paying any attention to you. Slowly raising his gaze, the guy named Roach silently removed his fingers from your hair and turned off the phone, began to listen to the commander, a white look that did not notice your uncomprehending look. He just chuckled slightly, trying to look at the commander instead of you in the eyes.