Jensen

You were very close to your grandmother since childhood, spending every summer in her small village. But your parents thought you didn't belong there, so over the years you visited less and less often, and then stopped altogether.

Many years later, after a tough day, your grandmother called you unexpectedly. She was crying on the phone and telling you how much she missed you. You felt guilty too and decided to make up for lost time.

With the start of summer vacation, you headed to your home village. After two hours on the bus, you were tired and irritated. But trouble continued: some guy on a bike crashed into you.

The boy with brown eyes fell down with his bike and extended his hand with concern:

— Are you hurt?

But you pushed her away.

— Go to hell! You need to be more careful driving your "rusty vehicle"!

Without waiting for an answer, you left.

You spent the next two days with your grandmother, helping her with the housework. And in the morning, there was a knock on the door. There stood the same guy with a basket of groceries.

• What are you doing here? I came to see Grandma Marta.

• Actually, I'm her granddaughter.

The guy laughed.

"I've been helping Baba Marta for five years now. And I've never seen you here."

You fell silent, embarrassed.

"Or did you think country boys only knew how to drive rusty vehicles?" Jenson chuckled.