4 Chapter four

I woke up on a cool winter morning. It was barely visible from the window from the frozen layer of thick ice, but nonetheless, it provided a wonderful sight as the snow swept through everything. If you pay close attention to the laughter of the kids still playing in the yard. No one is definitely in school anymore because everyone went home for the winter break. So the building is mine, but why didn't I go home? Because I didn't consider the twenty-minute drive necessary, my parents won't be home anyway. So it doesn't really matter to me whether I'm here or at home alone.

I tried to spend my free time as close as possible. I did a thorough cleaning of every square inch of my room and painted the walls light blue. At the next station was the music room.

I love this place when I was plucking the guitar strings or tapping the piano keys here in less than an hour, I still chose the latter. I sat down in front of the piano and gently pressed one of the keys and then another and another. Slowly it was the end of the line and I started playing a simple melody with my fingers moving gently. Suddenly everything darkened, my eyes were covered with hands I was sure they didn't want to kidnap because hands just touched my eyes.

"Who am I," he whispered mischievously in my ear

- Based on your voice, you're a boy ... - I smiled - you have brown hair and you're a sophomore - I took a break

- So? he asked impatiently

"James Gray," I said confidently

- Right! he lowered his hand

- What do you want? I turned to the boy questioningly

"You owe me," he said, "a lunch, remember?" he raised an eyebrow

"Of course," I said, "please thirty minutes," I declared, and I had already left.

Jenny stood in front of the mirror and had to admit she wasn't ready for lunch with the boy. Her blonde hair hung in a tousled ponytail around her nape, and the warm-up pants and hoodie weren't some good pairing either. She rushed to the closet, opened the double-leaf door, and began to look at her clothes. He pulled the new one slowly through each of them, he liked to feel the material of the clothes, because on the basis of which the material of the clothes is finer. His little girl's age did so he thought if he saw the dress when he chose it he would be insecure and would never have self-confidence again. She chose the perfect outfit. It was a uniform. The upper part is plain black and the sleeveless lower part reaches only to the girl's knee.

I put on a knitted stocking and padded boots on my feet and then finally put on the dress of my choice. The last time I looked at myself in the mirror, though the stockings ruined the overall picture a bit, but I still thought it was perfect I quickly grabbed my coat and went back to James in the music room.

- Can we go, ma'am? he leaned in front of me as he held out his hand

- Yes sir. I took his hand

Outside, the white glistening snow had already covered everything. A sharp cold wind blew the sidewalks icy for this reason they also slipped a lot. I almost fell at every step, but in the end we got there safe and sound. James opened the door for me and went in and then he came in and closed it behind him. We took our place and ordered ourselves two hot chocolates with whipped cream. The atmosphere of the restaurant was quite reassuring. The whole place was lit by burning lines, causing a slight twilight. It was hot so I finally took off my coat too.

"Why are you going to the academy," he asked, taking a sip of his drink

- Because you want to be a singer. - I drank into my hot chocolate - You?

"Dancer," he replied

The boy and girl sat talking to each other and laughed for hours, and finally they both realized they were standing outside in the cold, winter night. The boy is closer to her and girl is also her, time has slowed down for them. The closer he leaned in nicely slowly getting closer and closer until their lips touched, for a long moment.