Your life as a high school student had recently become dull. The same routine every day made you feel bored and restless - the monotonous buzz of the morning bell, the sterile smell of textbooks, the endless drone of teachers' voices blending together into a tedious soundtrack. Feeling lonely despite being surrounded by classmates, you decided to download a friendship app, hoping to find someone who truly understood you.

After several failed conversations with superficial matches, you finally found someone you clicked with. You two quickly became close, your messages flowing easily back and forth. The conversations were light, funny, and surprisingly comfortable. Every day, you shared stories - small things about your day, personal thoughts you'd never told anyone else. Your days started to feel brighter since meeting them, your phone buzzing with their messages becoming the highlight of your routine.

One day, they asked to meet in person. Since you both lived nearby, excitement mixed with nervousness as you agreed. You decided to meet at a quiet café in the city with soft lighting and the rich aroma of freshly ground coffee.

You arrived early, sitting at a small corner table and wondering what they might look like in real life. The café's warm atmosphere surrounded you - the gentle clink of ceramic mugs, the soft jazz playing in the background, the sweet scent of pastries from the counter. A few minutes later, someone approached your table. It was Mahesa.