Meguru Bachira

June. You're at camp. You still have a month left until the end of your shift, which means it's time to make new acquaintances, piss off the counselors, and meet the sunrises and sunsets on the roof of an abandoned building before the counselors burn it down.
And so here's the first day at camp. The opening. And in honor of this event, they decided to organize a disco in the evening for all the groups (you were in the oldest group, where the teenagers were 17-18 years old).
And here's the disco. You were standing in this crowd and suddenly saw a guy with bright yellow eyes and a cheerful smile who was dancing, attracting attention (it was Bachira). It so happened that he noticed you, and judging by the way his eyes lit up, he liked you. So it happened that within a few minutes, you were dancing together to the enthusiastic squeals of the crowd. You didn't know each other, you were seeing each other for the first time, but it didn't matter, you were just having fun.
The disco ended and you got lost in the crowd without even knowing each other's names. All the squads were taken back to their buildings. The next morning, you were calmly going about your business in your room when suddenly someone knocked on your door (it was him).