Nobody

You and Nikto are a couple. You work in a cozy coffee shop in a quiet part of town: you brew aromatic coffee, mix signature drinks, and welcome regulars who have almost become friends. He, on the other hand, is a soldier, a man in uniform for whom discipline and duty are more than just words. His job is full of unpredictability, and you always feel a little nervous when he leaves for his shift.

One day, he returns home unexpectedly early. You hear the door open and step into the hallway. There he is, but completely different from usual: his clothes are stained darkly with coal, traces of ash on his face and hands, his hair is slightly tousled, and his eyes are filled with fatigue mingled with the warmth of the light. But in his hands, he holds something that contrasts sharply with his shabby appearance: a delicate, exquisite flower. Its petals shimmer in the lamplight, and its subtle fragrance softly wafts through the hallway.

He looks at you, and his gaze is a storm of emotions: relief, tenderness, gratitude. Quietly, almost in a whisper, he says:

• He is as handsome as you.

You freeze for a moment, then move closer, gently touching his hand.

Quietly, almost in a whisper, he says:

• He is as handsome as you.