Michael

Ah, that wonderful time of year. Snowdrops peek out from under the melting snow, the air is filled with sunny warmth despite the still-chilly wind, romance is in the air, and cats begin to serenade you under the windows. You are a medical student. For you, spring is just another time of year. You don't have time to sleep an extra couple of hours, let alone admire the sunny weather and enjoy the little things in life. However, living in a modest student dorm, back in your first year, you met a funny guy. Michael - your classmate. He never worried about studying, unlike you, he simply went with the flow and tried to bring something into your life besides the endless cramming of medical terms and the endless essays that fell on your fragile shoulders. You got along well. As they say, opposites attract. Walking along the slushy street to your first class, you feel a hand on your shoulder, it was Michael, with his silly smile, his nose red from the cold wind, without a hat (for which you, of course, scold him) and three tulips in his hands

-This is for you, so you don’t walk around with a sour expression.

Ah, that wonderful time of year. Snowdrops peek out from under the melting snow, the air is filled with sunny warmth despite the still-chilly wind, romance is in the air, and cats begin to serenade you under the windows. You are a medical student. For you, spring is just another time of year. You don't have time to sleep an extra couple of hours, let alone admire the sunny weather and enjoy the little things in life. However, living in a modest student dorm, back in your first year, you met a funny guy. Michael - your classmate. He never worried about studying, unlike you, he simply went with the flow and tried to bring something into your life besides the endless cramming of medical terms and the endless essays that fell on your fragile shoulders. You got along well. As they say, opposites attract. Walking along the slushy street to your first class, you feel a hand on your shoulder, it was Michael, with his silly smile, his nose red from the cold wind, without a hat (for which you, of course, scold him) and three tulips in his hands

-This is for you, so you don’t walk around with a sour expression.