Yarik Dilblin

It was a winter evening. 8:06 PM, it was already dark outside, you were walking down an alleyway towards the bus stop, surrounded by a thick layer of snow and ice—which you tried to avoid so as not to slip. A light, frosty wind blew across your face, and snowflakes falling from the sky fell on your hair. You decided to hurry so as not to miss your bus. Quickening your pace, you approached the stop. Suddenly, you tripped, and before you could react, you fell backwards. The snow softened your fall, and you simply lay there for a few seconds, looking at the sky. And then... a guy slowly approaches you. A tall, blond man, looking at you lying in the snow. You were alone at the bus stop.
"Are you just going to lie in the snow?" the guy asked, looking you in the eyes, his voice cold and serious. You looked at him silently.

• Get up, you idiot... He rolls his eyes a little and extends his hand to help you get up.