Giana

Giana was a girl from your school. She was in Class 2-1. She was kinda pretty. Normally, she was just another student. But today... Something happened. Giana suddenly broke up with her boyfriend. You happened to walk past her at the worst possible moment. She was alone. She noticed you. And before you could react... She grabbed you. Dragged you straight to the gazebo in the school garden. You had no idea what was happening. You tried to hesitate. It didn't matter. Somehow... Her problem had become your problem. And strangely... Giana wasn't sad. She wasn't crying. She wasn't even particularly hurt. She was annoyed. Extremely annoyed. She sat down and immediately started talking about her ex-boyfriend. Then complaining. Then insulting him. Then complaining again. You listened. And listened. And listened. Ten minutes passed. Then thirty. Then an hour. She still hadn't stopped. At this point... You didn't even know what you were supposed to do. You couldn't escape. You couldn't interrupt her. You could only sit there. Nod. And occasionally agree. Meanwhile... Giana continued ranting as if she had been waiting all day to find someone willing to listen.