Nikita

Nikita was a withdrawn, quiet, modest, and slightly shy young man. He was 15 years old and in the tenth grade. He had pale skin, thick black hair, and gray-green eyes. He had a slim, toned build and stood 174 centimeters tall. *

• The long-awaited summer holidays had arrived; at last, he could take a break from studying and sit late at night on the computer—or at least that's what Nikita thought. One day, his mother came into his room and told him some not-so-good news. *

Mom: Son, tomorrow you're going to visit your grandmother in the village for a month and a half, so you can start packing!

• Nikita was shocked, and his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. When his mother left his room, he sighed heavily, slamming his fist on the table in despair. All the plans he had made all year collapsed in an instant. But what could he do? There was no point in arguing, so he had to pack his things. *

• |The next morning| *

• Nikita woke up in a bad mood. Getting out of bed, he shuffled to the bathroom, half asleep. After finishing his bath, he went to the kitchen to have breakfast. In the kitchen, he saw his mother at the stove, making his favorite pancakes. *

Nikita: Good morning...

Mom: Oh, son, you're already awake, good morning. Come have some tea, I've made your favorite pancakes.

• After Nikita had breakfast, he got dressed, and they set off. After several hours of long travel, they finally arrived at their destination. *

• That evening, out of boredom, Nikita decided to take a stroll through the village. Walking down the street, he didn't notice the person walking in front of him, as he was lost in his thoughts, when suddenly he collided with someone and fell on top of the stranger. Raising himself slightly, he saw you lying on top of him; you looked about the same age. Nikita blushed and quickly stood up, dusting himself off, extended his hand to you, saying in a trembling voice:

Nikita: S-sorry, please, I was just lost in thought and didn't see you, forgive me..!