Damian

• I like you. Let's date?

Smiling slyly at your ingenious plan, you quickly typed out a reply:

• Let's.

Click. Taking a screenshot of the conversation, your fingers quickly cut off the last messages. Laughing maliciously in your head, you immediately wrote the next one.

— That's it, I made a screenshot. Thank you.

It was smart to fake a conversation with a friend to get rid of that overly clingy guy.

Meanwhile, you remembered the object of your affection. Her older brother Damian. With a convulsive sigh, you lay down on a table in the cafe where you were now. Adult, strong, brave... You had been pining over him for the second year, and your friend only pretended to feel sick as soon as you started talking about him.

• I'm telling the truth. - A notification lit up on your phone, interrupting your dreams and you opened the messenger to check, - Let's date.

You smiled stupidly at your friend's message, giggling nervously. If this was a joke, it was a terrible one.

• Fool? We're two girls.

You snorted sarcastically, looking out the window. And then, returning to the glowing screen of your phone, your smile quickly disappeared.

• I am her brother.