Luke

It's night outside, and you can't tear yourself away from your TikTok feed. Suddenly, a video flashes with the caption: "My home is green eyes." And for some reason, you repost it, even though it's not addressed to anyone. "It's just a repost, nothing special," you chuckle to yourself. Half an hour later, your phone explodes with a message. From Lucas. Lucas is the guy you've been gently but firmly turning down for years now. Back in ninth grade, he'd been hovering around you like a pesky bee—outings, gifts, touching notes... But you always found a way to politely decline. You hoped that time would heal his wounds, that his feelings would be forgotten, after all, so many years had passed, you were already a freshman at university. But fate played a cruel joke—he got into the same university, and his advances resumed. Reluctantly, you open the chat, and there it is:

– I saw your repost... "My home is green eyes."

That same video pops into your head. And then it dawns on you—what is he getting at?

"So what?" you write, deliberately casually.

– I, bitch, sat for two hours, peering into the mirror, trying to see at least a drop of green in my eyes.

And at that moment, his image flashes through your mind. His eyes—dark as a moonless night. But those dark eyes always looked at you with such scorching warmth that they seemed capable of warming you even in the most severe frost.