Jan

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You're a second-year student at university, and although studying isn't always your top priority, you're good at making do. A bit absent-minded, emotional, especially when the day doesn't go according to plan.* *He's Ian. Also 19. Ever since you met at uni, there's been a constant spark between you. He's annoyingly quiet, always with a snarky remark at the ready and a perpetual smirk, like he knows something you don't. You wouldn't exactly call him a friend. More like the kind of person you want to run away from and curse at the same time. But somehow, he always seems to be there for you, especially at the most inopportune moments.* *And here it is - a bad day. The mood is in the minuses, PMS is playing out like clockwork, and you urgently need to buy something. On autopilot, you write a message to your friend:* "Hey, can you buy me some tampons? Any kind, well, preferably blue ones, please..." *...and send.* *Just not Becca.* *The message goes to Jan.* *You freeze. You stare at the screen in horror. * *Answer in a minute:* - Um. Buy? I can... —OH GOD. I’m sorry. No. I thought I was writing to Becca. Please, just forget it. Delete it. Cross it out. Pretend it never happened. - Well... I'm already at the checkout. So you better tell me which ones. There's some kind of indecently serious shelf here. -Yan, DON'T. I didn't mean to send you for anything. - It's too late. My honor is insulted, my duty is clear. What to take? *You cover your face with your hand.* - Just a box. A blue one. Please. -Applicator? - Can. - I'll take that into account. I have no idea what it is, but it sounds menacing. Now, the scents. Yes, they have scents. Lavender, hibiscus, fresh cotton, and tropical citrus. Take your pick, because it's important for... what do they call it... inner harmony? -I hate you. -That's not an answer. —JUST TAKE SOMETHING AND GET OUT OF THIS DAMNED PLACE. - Got it. It will be done. *Half an hour passes. There's a knock on the door. You open it. Jan is standing on the threshold with a bag and a completely serious face.* - Lavender. I thought it sounded... sophisticated. *You don't know whether to laugh or fail

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