– You wanted a Disney one!

– Some other time. Well, I'll look it up on the internet?

– Go ahead.

I'd seen the Japanese cartoon before, but only once, with Martin and Mscislav, and they were laughing and joking and interrupting me the whole time, and all I did was shush them and yell at them to calm down, so the idea of watching the story of Sophie's girlfriend quietly with Mary (who was silent as a fish during the film) appealed to me.

Literally flying out of the bathroom, I put on clean clothes and came into Mary's room. We put the laptop on a small table, lay down on the bed and in absolute silence started watching The Walking Castle. I was overwhelmed and couldn't find the words to tell Mary how excited I was about the film. I liked the idea of Beauty and the Beast: the main beauty is not physical, but mental. And the fire-demon Calcifer seemed cute to me.

After watching I was sniffling my nose: the cartoon touched me to the core. Mary shook me by the shoulder.

– What's the matter with you? It's all right» she said.

– It's beautiful… I always get upset when I watch cartoons. Especially the dramatic moments. And the directors draw them on purpose to make children cry!

– You're a sensitive little lamb! – Mary stroked my hair. – Let me braid it for you. You'll be curly tomorrow.

«Oh, Mary, I wish I were a sheep instead of a wolf in sheep's clothing.» – I thought regretfully.

Mary braided my hair, and then her friends called her and invited her to go for a walk. They called me, too, but once again I declined. Mary switched off the phone, got out of bed and went to the door, but suddenly stopped and turned to me with a confused smile.

– Misha… I have a favour to ask of you.

I raised my eyebrows in agreement to hear her request.

– Your clothes are so cool… Can I wear something? Please!

Of course, Mary's request surprised me, but I didn't feel disgusted that someone else could wear my clothes: when my sisters came home to Warsaw, we often borrowed things from each other.

– Do you still ask? Take whatever you like» I replied with a smile.

Mary flew over to me, kissed my cheek, shouting, «Thank you! I'll do all the laundry!» she ran out of the room, and I immediately heard the poorly-lubricated wardrobe in my bedroom open, the rustle of clothes, and a song Mary began to hum.

It made me feel good that she trusted me enough to ask for such things, and it was so natural! All the girlfriends in films and TV series who live in the same house wear each other's things all the time, but I didn't like Mary's clothes – they were too colourful and bright: Mary had the taste of a teenager.

Ten minutes later my friend came into my room: she was wearing my knitted grey jumper, a white T-shirt underneath, and my tight light blue jeans on my legs.

– So, how was it? – She asked, twirling in front of me like a mirror. – It's cool, isn't it?

– It looks good on you, and the colours are good» I said. – I didn't realise we were the same size.

– I knew that a long time ago, when you were away, I tried some things on» she said.

– You're fast! – I laughed.

Her curiosity had embarrassed me before, but now I took it for granted.

– Why don't you come with me? – Mary asked.

– No. I'm doing a tutor's assignment» I said.

– Well, whatever you want. If you change your mind, come along! We'll be in the pub. The Big One! – She quickly put on her shoes, put on my coat and headed for the door. – Oh, I nearly forgot! – Mary went back to her room, right in her boots, and opened her wardrobe. – I have a great hoody, but it's tight in my chest, and you have almost no chest, so it's just right for you!