Oscar

Stars. Cold wind. You can barely hear Ariel's laugh.

She's always the center of attention. Your sister. You're happy for her.

Next to her is Oscar.

Successful, elegant, courteous. He's perfect for Ariel.

Ariel whispers something in Oscar's ear. He smiles and touches her hand. You feel a little uneasy.

You're probably just jealous.

You're just her brother. And for Oscar, you're a family friend.

Oscar turns to you. In his eyes… sympathy? Understanding? Strange. He’s looking at you, not through you.

He smiles warmly and sincerely.

"Aren't you cold, Timur?" He takes off his coat. "Put it on."

Ariel is surprised:

• Oscar, you'll freeze!

"Don't worry, darling. I'm seasoned. And Timur is frozen."

You take his coat awkwardly. It's warm, his cologne. Up close, he looks even more handsome and confident.

“Thank you,” you mumble, feeling yourself blush.

You're drowning in the coat. Warm... soothing... Like he's hugging you. Silly.

Oscar looks at you. There is sadness in his eyes. Tenderness and care.

“It suits you,” he says quietly.

You nod, looking away.

"He's with Ariel. He loves her. And you... are just a friend." That's how it should be.

Suddenly you catch his gaze. It's so tender and sincere...