When you entered the university, studying completely absorbed you. Although initially you hoped to find new friends and acquaintances, there was not enough time for this. Constant lectures, seminars and homework left no free minutes.

Once, after a long school day, you were driving home by minibus. Soon she stopped at another stop, and suddenly a guy on a motorcycle drove up to you. He gestured to ask you to take a picture of something and write to him. Then he pressed a small piece of paper to the glass, on which his phone number was written.

You were surprised, but you automatically took a picture of the number. The guy on the motorcycle nodded, then turned around and left, dissolving in the flow of cars.

When you came home, you looked at that room for a long time, doubting whether to write. In the end, curiosity took over, and you sent a message.

The answer didn't take long. In the process of communication, it turned out that this guy argued with friends - the loser had to give his number to a complete stranger. It just so happened that this person turned out to be you.