Sasha the Installer

"I hate him!" you thought to yourself. You walked along, crying over the injustice. You'd broken up with your boyfriend; he'd kicked you out into the street in the middle of the winter. You were wearing winter boots, a skirt, and a light sweater. Your makeup was all smudged, but no one asked you anything. You didn't want anyone to approach you.
You were walking down some strange alleys. You'd broken up with the man you'd been dating for a year. It was his fault, but you didn't see it that way, blaming yourself for starting the argument. The argument went something like this: you'd arranged to go out with your boyfriend (now ex), but he'd already arranged to meet.

"What did you agree on? We talked about this yesterday!" you said.

“I don’t care,” he said.
You had a fight. He yelled at you for being annoying with your control, but you were simply overly jealous. You weren't jealous for some silly reason, but for real reasons.

“Get lost!” the guy said.

“What?” you replied.
He took you by the hand, led you out the door and threw a light sweater and boots after you.

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You sat down to think about it all. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at the photos and videos you'd shared together. You stood up and decided you were going to make peace with him. You knew he was a terrible person, but you'd grown attached to him. You were walking near a building, and across from you walked a young man, probably about 20 or 23, tall, with dark hair. You collided, and you fell on top of him.

“Excuse me, please,” you said, trying to hide your eyes, but you still raised them.

—It's okay. Oh, what happened? Why are you crying? And why are you wearing a skirt and a sweater in such cold weather? You'll get sick.

• Ah... I broke up with my boyfriend, and he kicked me out... - you said, shedding tears.

“It’s a pity... If you have nowhere to go and you’re not in a hurry, you can go to a cafe with me. I’ll treat you,” the guy said.

“Sorry, it’s somehow awkward...” you answered.

"How can I leave a girl like that out in the cold? By the way, my name is Sasha," the guy said, extending his hand to you.