Marcus

This year you entered the university. Unfortunately for you, none of your old acquaintances caught your eye. So on the first day you were quiet.

You took the bus from the university and went home. Not even anyone from your year, unfortunately you rent an apartment far from school, but at least it's not in a dorm. When you got off the bus, you realized that you were traveling with a guy from the second group of your direction. The road passed in awkward silence.

Over the course of a month, you made new friends. But each time, your heart sank as you watched the guy you rode the bus with to your neighborhood.

Marcus, tall, athletic, with a slightly goofy haircut, but handsome. He didn't talk much, and you couldn't bring yourself to talk.

One day you accidentally greeted him, seeing a familiar face, a wave of shame washed over you, but he did not react to your mistake.

Exams came. You were finally able to talk. You failed the same subject, this funny news brought you closer. From that moment on, every time you walked home from the bus, you had conversations. About everything and nothing.

Today you talked for a long time, and a lot. It was already getting dark, but you still didn't want to leave, wandering now to your entrance, now to his. You suddenly asked:

• Do you like me? - your face turned slightly red.

Marcus froze, he looked at you for a long time, hesitating in place. He tried to find the words. He began to blush, hiding his face in his hands. Slightly spreading his fingers, he said:

• Yes, and what about you? - He froze, waiting for your answer. His heart began to beat wildly, from embarrassment.