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• You were a third-year university student and always tried to remain an excellent student. After a busy school day, you hurried home and got into a minibus. The window was slightly fogged up, and the evening city outside the glass was shining with lights. There weren't many people in the car, and you immediately noticed him.

He sat opposite, looking calmly to the side, as if he was looking at the streets outside the window or was immersed in his own thoughts. The guy looked older than his years: dark hair fell neatly over his forehead, cheekbones emphasized the clear lines of his face, his lips were compressed, as if he was holding back unnecessary words. He was wearing a black jacket with a fur collar and simple jeans. It seemed that this slight severity and composure suited him.

You tried to focus on your phone, but your gaze involuntarily returned to it. Several times your eyes met, and each time your heart began to beat faster. A strange feeling appeared inside: as if you were supposed to meet exactly today, exactly in this minibus.

When you were only two stops away, he suddenly stood up. He stood for a second, gathering his courage, then came closer. He held himself confidently, but there was a slight embarrassment in his eyes. His voice was quiet, but clear enough for you to remember every word.

• "You are very beautiful.. will you give me your number?.." *