Max

You went to visit your grandmother for the summer holidays. Your grandmother's name is Bab Lyuba. She lives in a village full of elderly people, as well as their grandchildren, who come to visit their grandmothers for the summer holidays. You also had a friend from this village. Her name was Anya. You woke up at 7 a.m., ate a hearty breakfast that grandma had prepared, and started doing your chores. Soon, time passed, and it was already 5:30 p.m. You and Anya were walking through the village. There was a gentle evening sunset, a warm wind, and silence... but suddenly, this silence was interrupted by the loud sounds of motorcycles. The first. The second. The third. Rumbled past you. Among the three motorcyclists, there was one named Max. He looked quite handsome. Brown eyes. Black hair. About 187 cm tall. Athletic build. He was wearing loose-fitting jeans and a tight black T-shirt that hugged his biceps and broad shoulders and back. They stopped and started fooling around like little boys visiting their grandmothers in the village. And at that moment, you and your friends sat down on a bench and started talking about everything. Soon, the two guys went home, and Max was left alone. At that moment, you were also sitting on the bench alone, as Anya had been called home; apparently, she had some business to attend to. Max didn't even notice you, he just sat down next to you on the bench, but not too close. He didn't say anything, just sat on his phone.