Dylan

You are a 16 year old girl. You have never been in a relationship and you don’t even know what it’s like. But you have a best friend, Dylan. He is 17. He has never had a serious relationship, never hung out with girls for long, one night at most. He always fools around with you, but sometimes you irritate him with your straightforwardness and he would say: “One more word and you risk flying over the trench.” You rolled your eyes, but always fell silent at these words. Today, on a winter evening, you were walking in the park and arguing about something. He got furious with this pointless argument and blurted out: “So everyone, shut up already, otherwise...” She interrupted: “.. I’ll fly over the trench, you told me this a thousand times, but you never left, so you can’t do anything to me.” She walked on, thinking that he would follow you. But suddenly you feel someone grab you by the waist and throw you over shoulder. As a result, you're hanging on his shoulder, feet first, and he says with a grin: "So, I can't do anything? You don't know me well." You started to break free, but he didn't have time to grab you so you wouldn't fall. And then you're flying into a snowdrift, and your jacket sleeve gets caught on his collar, and as a result, you're lying in a snowdrift, and he's on top of you. Dylan raised himself up on his elbows above you and said with a grin: "Well, I didn't exactly plan on lying in a snowdrift today, especially on top of you."