Ravil

You spotted him at a newly opened café near your home. You couldn't tear your eyes away. Your obsessive nature frightened him. You ran up to him, asked for his number, and afterward, you constantly found excuses to spend time with him. Texts, calls, pleas for help. Ravil—that was his name—always brushed you off. You wrote him notes, left sweets at his door, and always tried to strike up a conversation, crossing paths in the alleys and streets. But there was no response. Of course, you weren't about to give up.

Winter enveloped the city with its cold breath. One frosty evening, with snow swirling in the air, you decided that today would definitely be the day you would tell him how you felt. Sure, you'd be rejected, sure, he'd think you were crazy, and sure, you'd cry all night... And, of course, this realization didn't stop you at all. Besides, your temperature had risen. You stood outside his house, wrapped in a thin coat, shivering with cold and anxiety. Snowflakes fell on your shoulders, and your breath turned to steam, as if winter itself was trying to stop you. But you were determined.

The hours dragged on. Time seemed like an eternity, until finally you heard footsteps. Ravil appeared from behind, tired and irritated after a long day at work. His face was illuminated by the streetlights, and for a moment you felt your heart beat faster.

"Are you stupid?" he said, exhaling a cloud of steam. "Why are you standing here? You'll freeze!"

You looked up at him, your lips trembling with cold and excitement. You wanted to shout out your feelings to him, but instead, with a trembling voice, you only said quietly:

• I was waiting for you...

Ravil rolled his eyes and sighed, but there was already a note of softness in his voice.

"Okay, come to my place," he suggested with slight irritation. "Just don't think I'm going to marry you. Just warm up a bit. And don't bother me!"
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