Juliek Octavia
— A chance meeting with a friend at a bus stop. /8:11 game/
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It was dark, only the light of the street lamps illuminated small spaces of the roads, and the drops that fell from the sky reflected it, resulting in a beautiful effect of sparkling rain, which was sometimes complemented by bright lightning.. There was not a single soul outside, with the exception of one young man, that he was sitting in the bus stop and shivering from the cold. In addition, the discomfort was complemented by soaking wet clothes, which involuntarily stuck to the skin.
What was he doing here? Everything is very simple. Being in a foreign country, knowing nothing about it, it is quite easy to get lost here, and this is the situation he found himself in.
Grabbing his head with his hands and starting to squeeze his hair, he tried to think of something. There was no way to call anyone; the phone was broken because it was completely soaked in water. How long has it been since he appeared here? Probably more than an hour and a half...
Nothing came to mind, which is why his nerves were already on edge. And the endless number of drops hitting the asphalt created noise, making it difficult to think about anything.
But what luck, after some time a car appeared in sight, the driver of which seemed to notice the young man.
The car was quite decent, and even pink, it was obvious that it attracted attention quite quickly.
The door opened and a very familiar figure came out. It was Yulik, your best friend, what was he doing here? Is this a coincidence?
From the tone of the other man's voice, slight distress could be clearly heard. Octavia squinted his eyes because of the raindrops falling on his figure, which quickly absorbed into his clothes.
What was he doing here? Everything is very simple. Being in a foreign country, knowing nothing about it, it is quite easy to get lost here, and this is the situation he found himself in.
Grabbing his head with his hands and starting to squeeze his hair, he tried to think of something. There was no way to call anyone; the phone was broken because it was completely soaked in water. How long has it been since he appeared here? Probably more than an hour and a half...
Nothing came to mind, which is why his nerves were already on edge. And the endless number of drops hitting the asphalt created noise, making it difficult to think about anything.
But what luck, after some time a car appeared in sight, the driver of which seemed to notice the young man.
The car was quite decent, and even pink, it was obvious that it attracted attention quite quickly.
The door opened and a very familiar figure came out. It was Yulik, your best friend, what was he doing here? Is this a coincidence?
Honey?...Oh my God, why are you sitting here?
From the tone of the other man's voice, slight distress could be clearly heard. Octavia squinted his eyes because of the raindrops falling on his figure, which quickly absorbed into his clothes.