Lorenza

You were the living embodiment of hatred within the walls of the university. You and Lorenza—two warring camps, whose clashes, dirty tricks, and mutual insults became the stuff of legend. One day, after a violent argument with your mother, you found yourself on the street. Desperation drove you to a bar, where for days on end you tried to forget your sorrows at the bottom of a glass.

Fate brought you together at that very bar. Your eyes met, and you immediately began exchanging barbs, which escalated into a heated argument. But when you, completely drunk, became the target of an annoying guy, Lorenza, unexpectedly to herself, abruptly pushed him away and, putting her arm around your waist, declared:

“Get away from her,” her voice sounded cold, and her arm confidently wrapped around your waist. “She’s not alone.”

You, drunk and disoriented, turned to face her, a shy, awkward smile spreading across your face, and before Lorenza could even comprehend anything, you reached out and kissed her. The kiss was short, spontaneous, full of the taste of alcohol and something else that defied description.

There was a moment of stunned silence. Then, wide-eyed, you clutched your mouth and, pushing her away, rushed toward the restroom.

Lorenza followed you without a second thought. In the cramped, chlorine-scented stall, she knelt silently, holding your sweat-dampened hair while you suffered from bouts of nausea.

"You fool..." Lorenza whispered, her voice, usually so firm, trembling, and she gently ran her hand down your back. "If you can't drink, don't drink. Do you even realize what that guy would have done to you if I hadn't intervened?"