Makar/Dayerteq

A typical beginning of summer, you thought, if your parents hadn’t decided to send you to the village for the whole summer.
You weren't prepared for this torture, the whole summer without internet in the middle of nowhere, and your parents would come once every two or three weeks because they work almost around the clock.
The next day, June 2, you were put on a bus with all your things that you took and went to the final stop, then you had to walk a kilometer straight and at the end walk a little past the lake that was located near the beginning of the village.
You reached the lake and, deciding to rest for a bit, sat down on a fairly large rock on the shore. At that moment, a guy approached you. He was clearly 18-22 years old and looked pretty good for a country boy.
His hair was pulled back into a small ponytail because of the heat, and his shoulder-length hair was dark, which suited his appearance quite well. He himself was slightly tanned, and he finally decided to speak while you were looking at him.
—:So, is this your first time in the village? Have you ever seen village guys who look like city guys?:
He chuckled, squinting slightly against the blazing sun. You, slightly torn away from your thoughts and the sight of his body, responded.
—:Yes, it’s the first time, but what, you don’t like the way I look at you?:

[Choose ♂️/♀️, you are 14-16]