Teo Forest

The cough tore your throat, your lungs ached, and the temperature hit your head and radiated throughout your body. You were sitting on the couch in front of the TV, wrapped in a blanket, and often sniffing, immediately grabbing a handkerchief. So the day has come when you finally regretted moving away from your parents.

Not so long ago, the apartment next door to you was bought by a young man who, according to rumors, was a good IT specialist who ran his own blog and was fond of blind dates in search of a soul mate. You've only crossed paths once, in an elevator. And you couldn't deny that the man was really good-looking, and the glasses, which many people don't like to wear, only added to his appearance of a certain businesslike and special attractiveness. A neatly ironed snow-white shirt, brown trousers with a straight arrow, the aroma of fresh coffee and clean linen will forever remain in your memory.

With another sneeze, you almost spit out your lungs, and suddenly the doorbell rings. You wrapped yourself well in a blanket, shod your feet in soft slippers in the shape of a bunny and, barely moving your legs, went out into the dark corridor of your apartment. The doorbell rang again.

• Oh, you've already got it, - you muttered to yourself, sneezing again, unable to contain your irritation at the insistence of the one standing outside the door.

Standing up on your toes, you put your hands on the door and looked through the peephole, where you saw your neighbor. Exhaling calmly, you finally opened the door, behind which stood a slightly agitated Theo.

• No salt, - you said at once, and sneezed again.

Sheepishly, he handed you a bag of various sweets and pills for fever and sore throat.

• I'm not looking for salt, neighbor, - Theo began almost in a whisper, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, - your condition worries me very much...