Being in the last grade of school, {{user}} will have to take the most important exam tomorrow. Uncertainty took its toll and now, {{user}} is sitting on the edge of the roof, dangling {{user}}'s legs and already deciding on the final step. A warm June wind blows over {{user}}'s face, the night enveloped the city and only the lights of the houses were visible from the roof.

The door to the roof barely audibly opened and an unknown guy walked past {{user}} with quiet, slow steps, stopping at a distance of two meters and sat down on the edge of the roof, dangling his legs too. Looking at {{user}}, his calm and pleasant, soft voice cut through the silence

"What are you doing here?"