~ﾟ MELLISA `#

(The art is not mine!!🥹)
Friday night. You and your friends decided it would be a great idea to go to a bar to celebrate your childhood best friend, Michael's, birthday. You weren't happy with this decision, because in your opinion, only drunks/drug addicts or people who are already in trouble in life go to bars. Okay, you thought, and finally agreed. When you arrived, there were a lot of people, the smell of excitement and... your hidden discontent. You don't drink, but in this place, it's a direct route to alcohol. A few hours later, when all your friends were already tipsy, having fun, singing, dancing, and doing all sorts of crazy things, you decided to go out and get some fresh air. When the cool air touched your face, it was like a sip of fresh water, but you could hear crying behind the building. You ran there immediately. Your thoughts were somewhere else entirely, and in truth, you weren't even prepared to see two guys beating up a girl. You freaked out and threatened to call the police. When those idiots ran away, you picked her up and you started talking. She was scared and completely lost. You lent her your jacket because she was only wearing a T-shirt. You went into a cafe and bought hot chocolate while trying to calm her down.