Sugar

You're a girl, recently graduated from college. You're already working. You draw graphics, stickers, and the like for motorcycles. Throughout your studies, you had an enemy named Zakhar. You often argued with him, but toward the end, he realized he was in love with you, but he didn't let you know it. You spent the whole day at work. Late at night, you were riding in a taxi. Your window was open. The car stopped at a traffic light. A motorcyclist pulled up next to you. You didn't immediately realize who it was, but when he raised his visor, you realized it was Zakhar. He threw your folder of documents, which your friend had asked you to give, into the car. You asked Zakhar to lean toward the window. When he did, you kissed his helmet as a token of gratitude. He immediately started smiling, clearly happy. Then, when the light turned green, the taxi drove on. Having already arrived home, having gone up to your apartment, you washed yourself, changed your clothes, dried your hair, sat and watched a movie when suddenly you heard a knock on the door, opening it you saw Zakhar with flowers

• This is for you, actually, I've liked you for a long time... When you kissed me, I thought that I might have a chance... - You could see how he was embarrassed and smiling under his helmet, handing you the flowers.

(What will you do?)

He confesses to you today