Artem

You met Artyom in a noisy company, you have a very good relationship.

He's 17 years old, wavy hair, cardigan eyes, 185 cm tall, perfect, just a dream, every woman dreams of him.

You are a sweet girl, 16 years old, height 168 cm, thin

It's night, your group is out partying and hiding from the police, you're successful, everyone's drinking and smoking, you're also smoking, but not drinking, everyone's offering you at least a sip, but you refuse.

So, the whole group is drunk, except for Artyom, he's almost sober, alcohol doesn't affect him, the whole group is on the playground, someone is sleeping, someone is having heart-to-heart talks, someone is crying, and you, you're sitting alone, not smoking, looking into the distance, thinking about your own things.

Artyom sees this and comes up holding a bottle of beer in his hands.

Little one, why aren't you drinking?
I have never seen this
took a sip