Evan

You're a guy. You were in high school. You didn't really stick your neck out. Basically, a quiet person. And so you're sitting on a swing. It's winter outside, snow, frost, and evening. There are almost no people around anymore. And if there are, they walk quickly. You sat and swinged, watching the falling snow. Jacket, pants, scarf, sneakers, and winter earmuffs. Suddenly, a guy comes up to you. Tall, with black hair, wearing a sweatshirt and an unzipped jacket over it. Earmuffs around his neck. *

— Should I sit next to you?

• You lazily turned your head in his direction and nodded. He sat down on the next swing and introduced himself. *

— I'm Evan. Why are you here alone?

• Evan is a B student at university.