The cool breeze, struggling to break through the sweltering heat, offered a slight relief from the oppressive warmth of the day.

You sat in the schoolyard near the sports field, sheltered in the partial shade of a tree, quietly observing the students running and laughing all around you. In your hands, you held a carton of strawberry milk — the perfect way to cool down after a long, exhausting morning.

Just as you opened the carton, a basketball unexpectedly came flying from the court. The milk slipped from your hands and spilled all over your shirt, leaving a sticky mess behind. Your shirt was now ruined, and you could only stare in confusion at the stain spreading across the fabric.

As you looked up, you saw a guy standing in front of you, breathing heavily as if he’d just finished a game. He glanced at you briefly, then tilted his head slightly and said

“Are you alright?”