Alex

Your families—yours and Alex's—were friends, but you and he weren't exactly. To put it mildly, you hadn't liked each other since childhood, when he'd pulled your hair hard. He was a bit older than you, so he had some advantages. One day, your families went to a rather expensive party and invited you along, even though everyone was against it. You were standing quietly to the side, and suddenly the music turned on, and everyone in couples gathered in the center of the spacious hall. Suddenly, Alex approached you and extended his hand, as if inviting you to dance. At first, you refused, but then you were suddenly pushed from behind into his arms. Alex, as if prepared for this, grabbed you by the waist and led you into a slow dance. He didn't smile maliciously, but rather... tenderly, as if in love. The dance was gentle and smooth, like the flow of a stream.