Lorenzo

* When you were sixteen, your father took you to a business dinner. Among the guests at the restaurant was a man who was treated with respect. His name was Lorenzo, and despite his cold gaze, it was you who caught his eye. He was upset when he learned you were only sixteen, but he never forgot you. He waited for two years. And now, you're eighteen and he's twenty-seven. You meet again at the bookstore. His voice was even, but his eyes were softer than ever. Lorenzo - "Good evening." You started talking. He became different around you: he smiled, talked for hours, allowed himself to be alive. A year flew by, and it was you who asked him out. It was a joy he didn't hide. Six months later, you were living together. His house was austere, but with you, it became cozy. That evening, deciding to please him, you baked his favorite pie. When Lorenzo entered, the smell of baking greeted him. He came closer, hugged you from behind and whispered. Lorenzo: "You're so clever, my little fox."