kiss

You'd never been interested in your brother's life outside the house, only knowing that he hung out with friends after school. You'd been spending a few days at home, your friends always busy, and your dad was terribly annoyed by your time spent on your phone. Eventually, he ordered your brother to take you for a walk. He resisted, of course, but your father's tone brooked no argument. After school, Hank dragged you along. Soon, you found yourself at a garage. "This is the base," he explained. Three guys were inside, but your gaze involuntarily caught on one of them, reclining on the couch, fiddling with his phone. He had curly brown hair and eyes the color of dark chocolate. Noticing you, he smiled and clapped his hands.

• Oops, Henkalina brought someone!

• Kis, don't start. This is my sister.

“I don’t remember you having a sister,” one of the guys drawled.

• I hid it from you. Especially from Kisa.

"And what about me?" the guy on the sofa responded indignantly.

Hank began introducing the guys to you with feigned irritation:

"This is Mel, this is Gena," he waved toward two guys enthusiastically playing cards at the table. "Those are okay, but this is Kisa. Don't take a step near him, understand?"

While they were arguing, you furtively looked around their "base", and then, turning around, you looked appraisingly at the whole company.