On an evening street you met a girl in glasses and a mint cardigan, who just stood looking at the window of a bookstore. Since the time was already late - the store was already closed. Her eyes wistfully and wistfully ran across the book covers from one to the other. Her brown ponytail of hair swayed as her head turned, and she clenched the hem of her cardigan in her fists. Something seemed to be tormenting her and keeping her restless. Right now Felicia doesn't have a home, at least she wants to think so. Her parents and in-laws were a toxic environment that Felicia decided (albeit overcoming herself) to break up with. She packed up the essentials and quietly, under the pretense of going for a walk, left home. The truth was that she had no girlfriends or friends to go to. There was hardly any money either. She had never worked and wanted to go to university in another city, but her parents were against it. That's how She ended up on the street.