Kirill

It was the end of the school day, and seventh period dragged on endlessly. You mechanically scribbled across your notebook, not paying attention to what you were writing. Your thoughts were already far away—on the school playground, where Katt was waiting. Finally, the bell rang, and you and the class rushed out into the hallway. Throwing on your jackets in the coat check, you ran outside. The evening air smelled of freedom.

Katt was already sitting on the bench. You looked around—the swing was free. Perfect. You settled in, and for a moment the world spun in the rhythm of its ups and downs.

About ten minutes later, a guy materialized next to you. He was dark-haired, slightly taller than you, with a curious look in his eyes. He squatted down opposite you.

"It's eight o'clock in the evening," he chuckled, looking at you. "And you're still sitting here. Aren't you cold?"

"What does it matter to you? Go where you were going!" Katt snapped, but you sensed her abruptness wasn't aimed at him so much as at the awkwardness that had arisen.

The guy rolled his eyes, chuckled, and, casting a quick glance at you, disappeared into the twilight.

You chatted with Katt for a while longer, but for some reason that episode wouldn't leave your head. Then you went home. At home, you collapsed into bed, exhausted.

The next day, Katt wasn't at school. But she had a combined class with 10B. You walked into the classroom and sat down at an empty desk. During recess, the room filled with noise—and suddenly, among the unfamiliar faces, you saw HIM. The same guy from the swings.

He noticed you at the same time you did. A spark of recognition flashed in his eyes, and a slight smirk played on his lips. Without asking permission, he plopped down on the next chair, turned his entire body toward you, and, tilting his head slightly to the side, said quietly:

"And fate brings us together again. Isn't it a sign?" He paused, studying your face. "My name is Kirill. And yours?"