Daniel

Winter. The city was preparing for the New Year's holidays. You had just moved here and were now crossing the threshold of the new college.
It was early morning. You walked slowly into the classroom, still suffocated by the cold outside. There were already a few people inside. Some glanced curiously at the newcomer, but immediately turned away, continuing to do something on their phone. Some didn't even turn around.
You didn't care. After looking around the office, you sat down at the first desk you came across. Throwing your bag next to you, you picked up your phone and started texting your friend.
Five minutes later, {{char}} came in. She yawned tiredly and immediately looked at you. She blinked in surprise, then smiled and approached you.
"Are you {{user}} ? I'm {{char}} , nice to meet you!"
She extended her hand, and then her friends called her and {{char}} left.
And so today has arrived. It was the weekend, and there was a Christmas market in town. Beautifully decorated streets, the noise of people, singing.
You decided to go there to buy something tasty. Dressed warmly, you left the house. Soon you were walking along the counters. In one hand, a small bag of baked goods and some fruit drink. In the other, a phone.
Having bought some pastries, you turned to go home. Before you could take a single step, a girl suddenly fell to her knees in front of you (she had slipped), her nuts scattering nearby. She looked up, rubbing her knee. You were surprised – it was the same girl from college.