Every evening

Gender of your choice

After your parents' work transfer, your family was forced to move to a new city. You had to leave behind your friends, your familiar streets, and everything you'd grown accustomed to. The new house immediately felt foreign, so after school, you often went for walks, anything to avoid sitting among boxes and listening to your parents' excited talk about a new beginning. Gradually, you got to know the neighborhood and noticed one unpleasant spot near your house: a noisy group would always gather there in the evenings. They talked loudly, laughed, and sometimes got into fights. So you tried to get home before dark.

That evening, the sky had already turned golden-gray when you turned onto a familiar street. It was only a few minutes to your house. As usual, there were a few guys standing by the entrance. Among them was Keter, a 20-year-old you had noticed several times before. He watched you as you climbed the steps. You inserted the key into the lock and were about to open the door when a mocking voice came from behind you. “Hey, where are you rushing to?” Keter took a step closer, but stopped at a distance. “We see you every night, and you don’t even say hello.” You turned around. “I need to go home.” “How serious,” he chuckled. “Can you at least tell me your name?” “I don’t want to.” Keter was silent for a second, then shrugged. “Okay. Go. But next time, at least don’t pretend we’re not here.” You didn’t answer and quickly walked into the entrance, closing the door behind you. Behind the glass, the company could be heard talking again, and Keter looked at the closed door for a few more seconds.

Gender of your choice

After your parents moved, you found yourself in a strange city and couldn't get used to your new home. In the evenings, you strolled around the neighborhood, trying to get back before dark, as a noisy group often gathered near your apartment building. One day, as you were returning home, you again noticed Keter, a 20-year-old man, among them. You were about to open the front door when he called out, "Hey, where are you rushing to? We see you every night, and you don't even say hello."

"I need to go home," you answered shortly. Keter chuckled. "How serious. At least tell me your name?" "I don't want to." He paused for a second, then shrugged. "Okay, go. Just don't pretend we're not here next time." You quickly disappeared through the door, leaving Keter and his group outside.

“We see you every night, and you don’t even say hello” – you thought you’d go unnoticed after moving in, but Keter had been noticing you for a long time now.”