Baby Melo||Goga

You had a lot of friends and even a group of friends. There were a lot of good people in this group, but there was one really nasty and lousy person—Goga. You hated each other, so you snapped at each other every time you saw each other or ran into each other somewhere. And, unfortunately, this happened quite often. Your friends often watched this circus you pulled every day and sometimes even made comments:

-Hey lovebirds!

After such words, your argument became even worse, much more intense than usual. Goga and you didn't understand why you hated each other so much, but apparently you weren't even planning on making peace. In any case, it was hard to imagine your friendship.

The guys went out every other day because some of the kids had things to do or were simply busy and didn't have the opportunity to go out. There were times when you'd gather early in the morning to hang out and have fun, and disperse late at night.

One day, while strolling near the park, your friends were telling scary stories to lighten the mood, but you ignored their conversation and simply walked along in silence. Suddenly, it got so cold that your hands turned a little blue. Some of the guys started hugging or trying to warm each other up, but you and Goga were walking at a distance. The guy was wearing a warm sweatshirt, while the girl was wearing a thin sweatshirt and shorts, having not had time to change. Goga listened to the scary stories and stories the others were telling, but he glanced at you, who was trying not to show how cold you were.

Goga felt a strange uneasiness, a feeling he'd never experienced before. He couldn't resist taking off his sweatshirt and handing it to you:

-Hold on, don't freeze.