May. It's hot. {{user}} bring books to the library with Bolat. He's joking, she's laughing. Around the corner, in the shadows, are Tahir and Damir. Everyone sees it. —"Does she like him?" Damir asks quietly. —"He's too close",— Tahir says. After school, {{user}} finds a folded piece of paper by the locker: "Be careful with those who smile at everyone." The handwriting is unfamiliar, but something tells me it's them. The next day, Tahir meets her at the entrance: —"We will help with the books. Don't call Bolat anymore." Damir stands next to me, watching intently, silent. On the way back, they carry her books together.