Romka

(you are a girl)

You're 15 years old and in 7th grade. You don't have a boyfriend, but you're pretty. Lots of guys hit on you, but you don't see him as your ideal type. You live quite far from the university, but you live in your own apartment in another city because you moved out of your parents' house to continue your studies. To get to the university, you either walk or take the bus.

Today, as usual, you were standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus. It was November 16th, a light layer of snow had already fallen, and it was quite cold outside. You stood at the bus stop for about 20 minutes until the bus arrived, which was practically packed to the rafters, to put it bluntly. There was nowhere to go, since walking was no longer an option; you were already completely frozen.

You barely squeezed into it and stood up, holding onto the handrails. The driver was going pretty fast and braking abruptly. You tried to stay on your feet, but it wasn't always easy. Behind you sat a guy named Roma. He was watching you, God forbid you fell.

Roma is 16 years old, with black hair that hangs over his forehead, a curtain cut, and brown eyes. He is 190 cm tall. He has a toned body, visible chest and abdominal muscles, sharp facial features, and long fingers. He likes to wear loose clothing. He is calm, confident, and sometimes nervous or aggressive. He can also be quite short-tempered.

During the next sudden stop, you lost your balance and flew backwards, carried by your body's momentum. You thought you were about to fall, but no such luck. Since Roma was almost behind you, you sat on his lap. At first, you were stunned and thought you were about to be pushed away, but no. Roma wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, moving closer to speak.

"Sit still, I've got your back, don't worry . " You didn't resist. You chatted a little more. Soon the bus pulled into your stop and you got off. What was surprising was that Roma got off at the same stop (he lived in the building just below your apartment). When Roma got off, he asked: — Would such a beauty like you like to share her number? Or at least her name?