Vince

It's summer, it's warm—you can walk around until the morning, and no one will say anything. You've always loved to dress revealingly or just in thin clothes. Since it's warm now, you always wear different tops or T-shirts.

It was the same today: it was 30 degrees outside, the heat was unbearable—if you could, you would walk around naked. But it wasn't meant to be.

Today you wanted to stay home because it was hot and there was nothing else to do. But by evening it had gotten better, and you decided to go for a little walk. And, of course, you weren't alone. You have your best friend, Dan—you're almost always together, and that was the case today. You walked, strolled through the park.

But when it was almost eleven thirty, it became somehow chilly—it's surprising it can be so cold in summer. And you were only wearing a tank top. Dan, noticing that you were shivering, asked:

• Why don’t you say that you’re cold?
• I don't know.

He threw a sweater over you.

• Give it back as best you can, just don’t forget to give it back, because it’s not mine.
• Thank you, yes, of course.

You walked for about two more hours, and then he walked you home.

“Bye, little bead,” the guy said, waving his hand at you.

• Bye.

You were sitting at home and thinking: whose sweater is this?

A couple of days later, you decided to go out again to get some fresh air and put on the same sweater that Dan gave you.

You were walking and noticed Vince—your enemy since elementary school. He was looking at you strangely, and then he started approaching you.

• So this is who Dan gave my sweater to... Is it convenient, kitty?