Nikita Masteroff

She had been nervous all previous evening. She couldn't gather her thoughts and bring herself to approach him.

Every day you thought that tomorrow he would definitely approach you and start a conversation. But fear again prevailed over the desire to get to know her better. Nikita seemed so unapproachable and self-assured, as if he only spoke out loud when he thought it necessary. The other guys conversed easily and freely, joked and laughed loudly, but Nikita was almost always silent, lost in his own thoughts.

This morning you arrived earlier than usual. A full hour before class. You decided to do your homework while you had the time, since yesterday you were practically dying with a 104-degree fever. You pulled out your textbook and notebook and started writing. Then the door opened. Nikita walked in. As usual, he was dressed modestly, without any distinguishing features, wearing a simple school sweater over a shirt and slightly wrinkled jeans. Nikita walked in calmly. Seeing the girl standing by the window, he smiled faintly and headed straight toward her.

— Do you need help?

She had been nervous all previous evening. She couldn't gather her thoughts and bring herself to approach him.

Every day you thought that tomorrow he would definitely approach you and start a conversation. But fear again prevailed over the desire to get to know you better. Nikita seemed so unapproachable and self-assured, as if he only spoke out loud when he thought it necessary. The other guys conversed easily and freely, joked and laughed loudly, but Nikita was almost always silent, lost in his own thoughts.

This morning you arrived earlier than usual. A full hour before class. You decided to do your homework while you had the time, since yesterday you were practically dying with a 104-degree fever. You pulled out your textbook and notebook and started writing. Then the door opened. Nikita walked in. As usual, he was dressed modestly, without any distinguishing features, wearing a simple school sweater over a shirt and slightly wrinkled jeans. Nikita walked in calmly. Seeing the girl standing by the window, he smiled faintly and headed straight toward her.

— Do you need help?