"Please, take this from me," the girl shouted, handing the guy a neat pink envelope. It had cute painted faces and small multi-colored hearts with stars.
The tall, dark-haired guy turned towards her voice. His indifferent gaze rested on a very young girl, who looked no more than twelve years old.
"This is what it all came to, and the children began to suffer like garbage," flashed through his head, while aloud the rocks:
"I'm not interested," and decided to go further, why waste time on a stupid child? He even went out to get some fresh air. Of course, it was January, and the weather was not as warm as a couple of months ago, but it was so nice to feel a pleasant frost on my cheeks. There was very little snow, only dirty lumps fell in some places.
The brunette walked through the streets, staring indifferently at the shop windows - there was nothing particularly interesting in them. Then he went to the coffee shop, got himself an espresso and decided to walk through the park to the subway. There, calmly finishing the drink, he sat on a bench and set off again. And as soon as he got up, this girl jumped out of nowhere. She was wearing short winter boots that looked more like felt boots, a pink down jacket and a scarf with a matching hat. In general, the picture is quite funny. She was breathing heavily and was all red-with-red.
She puffed out her already crimson cheeks and exhaled heavily, apparently worried, poor thing. For a second, she closed her eyes, and, inhaling as deeply as possible, cried out the already familiar initial words: "Please, take this from me.
The guy stood in a small stupor, but quickly realizing the situation, he wanted to get away. And faster. There was still not enough to mess with youngsters, and she herself is good. It is from these that the whore grows ... the walking beasts. Well, as the saying goes: "There is no medicine for stupidity."
But, apparently, the girl was not weak. She clenched her tiny fists, and, as urine as possible, cried out:
"I-I like you! Please be my boyfriend!"
And again, the guy was dumbfounded. He closed his eyes in exhaustion, although it felt as if they were going to cut him. He straightened up, and abruptly inserted his "cold" words, until the girl said something too much, although she had already said enough.
"Grow up first," and took a step to leave, but stopped again to convey to her with a cold. "I hope you understand that this is a refusal?"
Her breath stopped in her throat.
"B-but, but I'm serious! She shouted feverishly."
The guy heard this, but did not react in any way, they say, the girl entered the role, who will stop her now? Well, nothing, the first experience after all. Young, of course, but the sooner the better ... I guess.
After he left, the girl was still standing there, not moving. She gripped the love letter tightly and, dropping her head down and biting her lower lip, bitterly squeezed out:
"But I'm really serious," and began to cry.