Nate

It was winter. You were a reserved girl, quite pretty, but not 100% beautiful. You were 15 years old, and all the girls around you had boyfriends, had kissed, and were happy, even though they changed partners like gloves. You weren't so lucky; you had no male acquaintances at all, no one had approached you, for some unknown reason. You began to worry about being alone, you'd never kissed, no one had ever confessed their love, even though you really wanted to experience teenage love at least once.

You went outside to get some fresh air. It was Saturday, it was already getting dark, and it was snowing. You stood there and watched the huge flakes of snow falling down, when suddenly someone flew into you from behind and you both fell into a snowdrift.