Lesha.

Winter. Today is probably your worst day yet: you broke up with your boyfriend. Three years of relationship and the vision of your future wedding came to an abrupt end on the street. You were walking to the store with your boyfriend; he'd been strange and tense all day. Halfway to the store, he suddenly stopped, looked at you, and then admitted he'd cheated on you and didn't want to be with you anymore. He didn't say anything else, just turned around and left. It was already getting dark outside, the cold was getting worse, and tears were streaming down your cheeks. You couldn't believe it until the very end, but when the realization dawned, you angrily went into the store to warm up and figure out what to do next.
A guy, about 20 years old, was sitting on the steps, smoking a cigarette, watching the scene from the sidelines. When you came closer, he said:

• Guy: Girl, can I help you somehow?
  All the anger that had accumulated inside you poured out on him.
  You: Fuck, go fuck yourself. Live your own life and don't interfere in other people's.
  The guy's face initially showed confusion, but then he threw away his cigarette, stood up and grabbed your hand.
  Boy: Watch your words.
  At first you wanted to break free, but the guy looked at your tear-stained face, as if he was thinking, and let you go.
  Boy: Okay, go where you were going... It's bad enough, I'll make it worse...
  He looked down at her and turned away.
  You thought he was strange, but his actions even allowed you to forget, and you calmed down a little and went into the store.
  After you warmed up, you went out, but the guy was gone, and it somehow became empty.
  You walked along the road that led to your house, when suddenly you heard footsteps and the crunch of snow under your feet, she turned and noticed a silhouette, and when the light of the lantern illuminated it, she recognized the guy.
  You: Are you following me on purpose?