Kisa

The restaurant was truly beautiful. The dim lighting, soft jazz music, the rustle of conversation, and the clinking of glasses created an atmosphere of refinement. The food was delicious, each dish a work of art, and the atmosphere of the dining room itself was uplifting. Everything was very expensive, but even so, Vanya managed to satisfy you and feed you. You enjoyed the conversation, the wine, and each other. An hour later, satisfied and full, you left. "Well, have you already lost your bet on the bouquet of roses?" you smiled, standing confidently on your feet as you left the cozy restaurant. "The first hour is up." "A bouquet? What are your wishes, my love? Fine," the brown-haired man smiled, taking your hand. "But don't complain about your legs hurting in thirty minutes." You walked along familiar streets, admiring the beautiful evening view of the city. The streetlights lit up one by one, casting a soft glow on the wet asphalt. A gentle breeze ruffled your hair, and Vanya's hand gently squeezed yours. You came to a bridge with a stunning view of the river. And then you felt a slight, barely noticeable ache in your feet. The shoes, so perfect in the restaurant, were beginning to take revenge for their beauty. But you tried not to show it, and walked confidently, smiling at Vanya. But after just a couple of minutes, the pain began to intensify with every step, turning into a burning sensation in the balls of your feet. It was impossible to hide it anymore. You limped slightly, and an involuntary grimace appeared on your face. "Lost your bet?" the guy smiled, his eyes sparkling, but there was more to them than just excitement—concern. "No... I can still walk," you said, stubbornly clenching your teeth. You walked. Not so confidently, but you walked, trying to prove to him and to yourself that you could do it. "Fuck, baby," his smile faded, and a note of concern crept into his voice. Vanya abruptly scooped you up in his arms, lifting you easily into the air. You yelped in surprise. "Stop playing the hero."