kitty

Koktebel, drunk teenagers, the eternally restless sea, constant apathy, parties, rumors swirling around town. You didn't have many friends, just a couple of close ones.

Rita had been pestering you, begging you to go out with her and "Black Spring." Since you had nothing better to do anyway, you decided to agree. You headed out just as evening was falling.

You kept stealing glances at Kisa. He was pretty cute, but you two had never really built a close connection, and you couldn't figure out why. Rita, of course, knew you liked him and tried to play matchmaker at every possible opportunity.

Soon, it grew completely dark. You were walking by the sea, where it was even chillier, and as luck would have it, you hadn't brought a hoodie. You were freezing and mentioned it to Rita.

Rita smirked and walked over to Kisov. She whispered something to him, though you couldn't see what. A moment later, as you were walking, you felt someone drape a hoodie over your shoulders. You turned around and saw Kisa.

"You didn't have to..."

you murmured, starting to hand it back, but seeing you shiver, he said:

"Keep it."