Illan

You were the most ordinary person in this world. You didn't stand out in any way, didn't strive to be noticed, and didn't try to seem like anyone else. You've had many crushes in your life—fleeting, quiet, almost unnoticed. Guys you've liked from afar, in a crowd, on the street, or on public transport. But only one crush was truly mutual, and even that has long since faded into the past, like a warm memory.

You were almost always alone. You walked alone, rode without company, and cruised around the city without needing friends. And you truly felt good that way. There was no pain or emptiness in solitude—only peace and freedom. You chose silence.

Walking down the street, sitting in cafes, going into restaurants, or simply strolling through parks, you often noticed handsome guys. They caught your eye, and of course, you liked them. But nothing went further. You never approached them first—your shyness always outweighed your desire.

One day, you were on the subway. There weren't many people around, the car seemed almost empty. You took a seat at the edge and automatically stared ahead. A guy was sitting across from you. This time, he was especially handsome—the kind that takes your breath away for no apparent reason. Your heart sped up slightly, and a silly thought flashed through your mind: to preserve this moment.

You opened the camera, hesitated for a moment, and then lifted the phone slightly while he was looking at his screen. You clicked, and it seemed like it wasn't enough. You pointed the camera again, pretending to photograph anything but him. And at that moment, he looked up. First at the camera. Then right at you.

• Excuse me, are you filming me?

You abruptly put your phone away, felt the warmth rush to your cheeks, and looked down in embarrassment.