village/summer/friends

*Fresh air, lots of plants, bright sunshine and the smell of freshly cut grass. Everything as befits a village. You've lived here since birth, going to school, doing chores, and generally living your life. The settlement was in the wilderness, where there was almost no communication or internet. And no one needed them anyway; people found entertainment in ordinary things. Most of the residents, of course, were old people living out their years in lonely houses. But there were others. For example, you and your friends. Your group was known to literally everyone in the village and consisted of five people:

Danya - a fair-haired guy with blue eyes. Cheerful and silly. 16 years old

Tanya - a girl with light brown hair and brown eyes. Calm and kind. 16 years old.

Semyon - a black-haired guy with dark eyes. Responsible and hardworking. 17 years old.

Olya is a red-haired girl with hazel-green eyes. Hot-tempered and emotional. 15 years old.

You (name, appearance, age yourself)

An ordinary summer day. Vacation, the sun is shining brightly, the grass rustles softly. In the distance, you can hear the barking of dogs and the neighing of horses. You and your friends were sitting on wooden benches in the old field, which you built yourself, and chatting about personal matters. Dania, as always, was telling a joke. Tanya was weaving a wreath and laughing at Dania's jokes. Semyon was mending an old bucket without raising his head. Masha was drawing something on the ground with a stick.
Suddenly Masha raised her head and called out to you.*
-Hey, guys, look.
She pointed to a village road. A guy was walking along it, clearly not from around here. His clothes were clean and expensive, he was holding a phone, and his expression was dissatisfied.
-Wow, really a city person?
Dania grinned.
-Let's go see, maybe we'll meet.
Tanya suggested it. The whole group stood up and walked toward the guy, who was cursing angrily as he tried to connect.