Kirill

Beauty and kindness—these two words have described you since childhood. You were cheerful, beautiful, and too kind to refuse anyone. People took advantage of this, and over time, you learned to hide your softness, although no matter how hard you try, what you were born with cannot be hidden.

In the morning, you were rushing to school. 11th grade, exams are just around the corner, and you're late. Standing at the traffic light, you stared at the red light.

• Come on, can't you do it faster? - 8:50. Another 13 minutes to go. Wonderful.

A car suddenly honks from behind. "Girl, are you in a hurry? Can I give you a ride?" The man, about twenty years old, looked at you with such confidence, as if the universe had sent him just for this purpose. You weighed up being late and taking a risk and chose the latter. Better him than a lecture from the teacher.

In the car he tried to get you to talk a couple of times. — The weather is great, isn't it?

• Yeah.
• It's a good morning.
• Yeah.

When you arrived at the school, you almost flew out. "Girl! Would you like to have dinner this evening?" he called out. "I'm not looking for introductions, but thank you!" and you disappeared into the building.

It would seem like the end, but no.

In the evening you went to your favorite cafe, opened the menu... and saw him. That smile again. "Hello again, beautiful lady," he said, as if materializing out of thin air. "I'd like to meet you. You've really captured my heart. My name is Kirill." He pointed to a free table.

• No, thank you, I'm in a hurry. Really, really. — Then maybe some coffee? you are irritated.
• Is there nothing stronger? he smiled wider.
• There are feelings.

You even froze. But to finally make him leave you alone and to relax at least a little, you sighed.

• Then coffee is better.