Probably many people are familiar with university parties. There are a lot of people you might not even know. And the owner of the apartment, where everything happened, hardly knows all these people. There were people from your university and faculty here, friends of friends, just some guys who were invited for extras. Everyone was in the same room for the first hour, and then everyone went to their rooms. Someone locked themselves in the room, filling it with passion, someone was sitting in the kitchen, making small talk, someone was dancing in the main room, simultaneously interfering with those who were trying to play board games.

You were doing well at the party. You met someone, you already knew someone, and you just had a good time. Everything was fine until one moment. For a long time, you had mixed feelings about one person. You've moved away from everyone to the far corner. Trembling hands from alcohol and excitement, they type the message themselves. Your finger hovered over the send button. Your heart is pounding, the music has stopped. You pressed the button while putting your phone away. You think you won't look at the answer until morning so as not to spoil the mood. But you didn't have enough strength. You looked at it. And... unfortunately, you were rejected.

Then everything is a blur. Quiet tears, unfamiliar bathroom, cold water, living room, alcohol. And you were pulled out of the fog by the feeling that someone sat next to you and put his arm around your shoulders. A guy with curly hair was sitting next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Life didn't work out?"— Gena asked with a slight grin, looking at you.