Snow was something the young woman hated and loved at the same time. The silent beauty of it was followed by the piercing cold, which she despised. It was a calm morning; most of the people were still asleep, and only a handful of shops were open around that time. Mainly visited by drunk students or grumpy people who were annoyed by them.

Somehow Diyani fit into both categories, the alcohol still intoxicating her senses but also annoyed by the group of people hysterically laughing about the pigeon in front of the store. A heavy sigh left her lips before she moved towards the counter and was greeted by a halfhearted smile from the worker. "Poor her." Dyiani thought to herself, "My job is already annoying, but I cannot imagine dealing with drunk people forgetting their pin codes at the cash box all the time." She replied with a smile with similar enthusiasm before paying for the instant noodles and wording a quiet "Bye bye." All she wanted was getting into her warm bed and covering herself under the weight blanket, which was the best investment she made in a while.

The doors closed behind her while the group was still laughing about the pigeon until one of them decided to decorate the ground in vomit. Purely disgusted, she watched how said person fell face first into his nasty leftovers. Eyes rolling, she slowly started heading towards the group, which continued laughing until they noticed that their friend was unconscious and his breathing seemed weirdly slow. "How much did he drink?" She interrupted the panicking group of students, her voice being calm and collected. "No idea." One of them replied. "Many sh-shhots of vodka." The other one said, and Diyani sighed, noticing their pupils. "Which drugs did you take?"

"How—how do you know? Fuck, are you a cop?!" The others tensed up, exchanging anxious looks. "No." Was her short answer, still waiting for the needed information. "Mdma." One of them mumbled, and Diyani sighed again, pulling the person into a side position while checking his breathing rhythm. "It is a bit slow." She stated, while another person tried to slap his lifeless friend back into consciousness. "Don't you dare." The woman hissed. "Dumbest shit you could do right now. Take him to your car and keep checking his breath; he should be fine, and if not, call 113." She stood up, and suddenly her attention was drawn by two strangers entering the parking lot. With her brow furrowed, Diyani looked at the two men, who had now also become aware of the situation. She has never seen them before, and it was a small town, usually inhabited by locals or students. "Do you need help?" One of them asked, his voice clear and loud, while his accent immediately identified him as British. This raised even more questions in Diyani's mind.

Most of the students here were from Sweden, Denmark, or the Netherlands, and this town was definitely not known as a tourist spot. Maybe backpackers?

But something about them, something about their demeanor, made her alarms shrill. Were they cops? But what were they doing here? Diyani knew the cops in this town, and those were not speaking with a British accent. "He is doing fine." The woman replied calmly, her gaze not leaving their faces. "You sure? Maybe we should check on him. You guys seem pretty drunk." The stranger continued and indignated Diyani's brown eyes widened. "First, I do not belong to that group of idiots, and second, I am not drunk. You can check on him if you want to. Two pairs of eyes see better than one." She stepped aside, and the man crouched down, checking the vitals of the student. "He has experience." She thought to herself, judging his first aid skills.

"We will take him to the car." A blonde girl said, gesturing to a car in the parking lot. "Is anyone of you sober?" Finally his partner spoke up; he had a British accent as well, but slightly different. His blue eyes wandered through the group of drunk students, and she could see the subtle annoyance in his expression. Since there was no answer, the three of them knew that none of these dumbasses were capable of driving a car. "Could you take them home?" The other man stood up again and was looking to Diyani, which crossed her arms. "Do I look like an Uber? I am still intoxicated myself, and I will not take a group of strangers to a place I don't know." The blue-eyed sighed, "I thought you were not drunk."

"Drunk and tipsy is a difference."

"We will take them, but we need two cars." "I won't lend you my car." Diyani exclaimed stubbornly and was greeted with a chuckle from the other man. "How were you supposed to get back home?" "I have two healthy legs, and my apartment is not far." Diyani replied defensively. She did not trust men in general, especially those two who were weird. "You could try to be a decent human while helping them to get back home safely." Mister Blue Eyes commented, and Diyani shot him a glare. "And get into a car with a man I do not know?" She replied. "Only to their apartement, we will walk back." He replied, realizing where she was coming from.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips until she muttered a small, "Fine." and gestured for the man to follow her. Diyani kept staring on the ground while walking next to that weird British man. How did she end up in these situations all the time? She really had bad luck. "Do you live here?" He finally broke the silence, and she raised her eyebrows. "I study here." She replied, and he nodded. "You have an American accent but also kind of s Russian one. I was wondering." "My mom is from the States, but my dad is Russian. That's why." She replied distantly. "You have a British accent; since when did this town become a tourist spot?" He gave her a surprised look. "Maybe I am a student as well." "Yeahh... stop lying." Diyani crossed her arms in front of her chest while continuing walking. "Why do you think I am lying?" "Because I know every student that is not Scandinavian or Dutch, and your body language is very telling too." She observed quietly, and his expression hardened. "Quite the skills you have, eh?" "I do, yes." The woman stopped in her tracks and looked at her beloved BMW. "And a nice car." He added.

"If you leave one scratch on my car, I will kill you." She threatened, and he smirked. "You can try to, if you want."