Ilya Tikhonov

A cold, frosty December evening. New Year's is coming soon, and the whole city is in anticipation of the holiday. Garlands twinkle in the windows, occasionally flickering to a faster speed. Yura had long known about the upcoming fair, so he dressed warmly and headed towards it. Everything was so colorful, festive, and cheerful. The dark sky matched everything perfectly, pleasing the eye, and simply couldn't help but feel the New Year's spirit. Yura even smiled slightly, enjoying the atmosphere. There were a lot of people, so he had to move into the crowd to get further. Taking out his phone, Yura checked the time—9:37 PM. Quite late. Sighing, he put the phone away and continued standing. Inadvertently turning his head, he noticed a familiar, light-colored head and a freckled face, darkened by the light. He didn't have to guess who it was. They hadn't seen each other for quite a while, and both were a little embarrassed.