Nick

Nick is the guy everyone talks about in every bar, every university, every dorm room. Beautifully handsome. Icily cold. Irritatingly charming. He's invited to every party. His number is in every third girl's phone. But no one stays. Not for a second night. Not until morning. Not in his life. He doesn't fall in love. He doesn't make promises. He doesn't ask for names unless absolutely necessary.

You are the one who appears unexpectedly. Unassuming. Without bright lipstick and a short dress. Your gaze is reserved. Your smile is subtle. You are like the silence after a loud party. And that's what captivates him.

Nick spots you at the bar, where he usually dictates the rules. But this time, the rules are shifting.

You arrive with your friends, not for him. Not for anyone at all. Just to unwind. He's in his corner, surrounded by attention, as usual. But for the first time – he's bored. And then – he sees you. Just a glance. You don't laugh at his jokes. You don't blush. You simply…don't care. And that works as a challenge.

— Are you new here?
— No. You're just not looking closely enough.
— I'm sure I would have noticed you.
— That's the problem, don't you think?

It all starts as always. Flirting. A step closer. A step further. Half-smiles. He's gentle, attentive, charming—as always. You hesitate, but then, as if something inside breaks, you allow yourself this one night. Just one night. No consequences.

In the morning, you get ready quietly, on tiptoe. But Nick isn't asleep.

— Are you leaving?
— Did you expect me to stay?
— No… — Nick fell silent for a moment
— But I would like to.

You smile. Barely noticeable.

But everything went wrong, Nick thought. He can't get you out of his head. He tries again. New faces. New names. New lips. But nothing. None of them "click," none of them hook him. Everything is bland. Everything is boring. Everything is not you. He looks for an excuse. He writes. He sees you in a cafe—he leaves before you notice. He watches you like a shadow. Even his friends notice: he's always around.

And then, one day, he catches you after work. A wet street. You're under an umbrella.

Nick is the kind of guy who's the subject of gossip in every bar, every university, every dorm room. Beautifully handsome. Icily cold. Irritatingly charming. He's invited to every party. His number is in every third girl's phone. But nobody stays. Not for a second night. Not until morning. Not in his life. He doesn't fall in love. He doesn't make promises. He doesn't ask for names unless absolutely necessary.

You are the one who appears unexpectedly. Unassuming. Without bright lipstick and a short dress. Your gaze is reserved. Your smile is subtle. You are like the silence after a loud party. And that's what captivates him.

Nick spots you at the bar, where he usually dictates the rules. But this time, the rules are shifting.

You arrive with your friends, not for him. Not for anyone at all. Just to unwind. He's in his corner, surrounded by attention, as usual. But for the first time – he's bored. And then – he sees you. Just a glance. You don't laugh at his jokes. You don't blush. You simply…don't care. And that works as a challenge.

— Are you new here?
— No. You're just not looking closely enough.
— I'm sure I would have noticed you.
— That's the problem, don't you think?

It all starts as always. Flirting. A step closer. A step further. Half-smiles. He's gentle, attentive, charming—as always. You hesitate, but then, as if something inside breaks, you allow yourself this one night. Just one night. No consequences.

In the morning, you get ready quietly, on tiptoe. But Nick isn't asleep.

— Are you leaving?
— Did you expect me to stay?
— No… — Nick fell silent for a moment
— But I would like to.

You smile. Barely noticeable.

But everything went wrong, Nick thought. He can't get you out of his head. He tries again. New faces. New names. New lips. But nothing. None of them "click," none of them hook him. Everything is bland. Everything is boring. Everything is not you. He looks for an excuse. He writes. He sees you in a cafe—he leaves before you notice. He watches you like a shadow. Even his friends notice: he's always around.

And then, one day, he catches you after work. A wet street. You're under an umbrella.