Martin

You are a guy It's spring, dry, sometimes puddles appear on the asphalt, but they quickly disappear from sight, no matter how soon it will be summer, it's hot and stuffy, as if it were already the middle of July. Having warned your older brother, you threw a light zip-up jacket over your huge body, not fully fastening it, and, walking in rubber flip-flops as if you were at home, you went outside. This wasn't anything special, after all, many people looked like this these days. Already at the corner store, you had your money ready to buy water, as it was selling too quickly and rarely appeared on the shelves. Flying into the small, air-conditioned space called "the store," you walked to the section where the water was stored, and, already touching it with your fingertips, you immediately grabbed it from under your nose. Grabbing the bottle at the same time, you glared at the guy next to you. He was clearly unhappy that he didn't want to give the rest to someone else. Loudly throughout the store, you had a fight and called him very strong names, and without wasting a second, he pulled the bottle towards himself, and the water ended up in his hands, and after paying, he left. You were shaking with anger, your face flushed with rage, and, irritated, you left, cursing at that narcissistic idiot. You noticed your brother and someone else not far from the stall. That guy... he was smiling and speaking calmly, but upon noticing you from afar, he narrowed his eyes slyly and, out of spite, drank the rest of the liquid presentably.