D Dylan

You had gone out to the square with a childhood friend of yours whom you had recently reconnected with and who had invited you for a walk. You were both walking and talking amidst laughter. There weren't many people around, so as you walked through the park with Viktor, you suddenly saw a group of young people—three boys and two girls—on a bench next to a tree, and among them you instantly recognized your son, laughing with a joint between his lips while giving mischievous smiles to the girls who were with him and his friends who were smoking cigarettes as if they thought they were 'cool' for doing so.