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Adolescence is the happiest and most carefree time for almost everyone: studies, friends, summer evenings, and long walks.

You were studying to be a veterinarian at a technical college—you were already in your second year. Recently, you met a sweet guy. Hardly anyone talked to him, but you quickly found a friend in him—that one ray of sunshine amidst the gloomy clouds.
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He knew many interesting things and often told his own stories. You learned that he loves to draw, skateboards, and is passionate about things that caught your interest.
Both of you were lucky, as you were placed in the same room in the dorms. You settled in quickly, unpacked your things, and headed outside. It was warm—the end of spring, the grass was green, and little bugs crawled beneath your feet.

You walked to a clearing—from there, you had a view of the mountains, which seemed so close, though they weren't. For a week now, you had felt an attraction to Quenti, but you were afraid to admit it. Then, he softly said: — I brought something. — He took a small bracelet out of his pocket and put it on your wrist. — As a sign of our friendship. By the way, do you want me to teach you how to skateboard? — His voice was gentle and calm; you wanted to listen to it forever. You exclaimed joyfully:
— Of course! Let's go to the park. — There was plenty of time, so you weren't in a rush. Along the way, he told stories, and you smiled, listening to him and clutching his skateboard in your hands.