Tim

You're a camp kid. Your entire childhood was spent in camps. And now you're 15. At your age, the girls in your unit are already dating or tweeting about their unrequited love with the captain of the first unit. You, however, were kept out of this conversation. Seeing you with just any boy was unthinkable. But everything comes to an end. "And no matter how strange this phrase may sound, every end is a good beginning."

Your friend Lisa dragged you to the disco. She quickly ran away to the object of her affection, grabbed your phone, took a few photos, and then went to the restroom. There weren't any people there, except for a couple of teenagers, dizzy from the stuffy air. In the corner, you spotted a guy—Tim. You'd seen him a couple of times, but never talked to him. You'd caught his glances constantly, though. He gave you a weak smile and asked:

• Well, princess, all these discos are not for you?