Victor

You're about 25, working for a successful company. Your life is pretty boring, some might say, but you were happy with it: you worked, came home, and went to bed. But that was before him...

He appeared, Victor, a kind and sweet colleague. Every day he left sweets on your desk: a candy, a chocolate bar, sometimes a stuffed animal. You pretended you didn't know it was him. As soon as you saw the gift, you immediately glanced at him, and he blushed sweetly and turned away. And it got to the point where he sometimes stayed at your place. He'd lie a little, like he had something in his apartment, and ask if he could spend the night. You agreed.

And so, on this day, he was at your house. It was 11:00 PM, you were wearing your pajamas—shorts and a tank top—and were getting ready for bed, but you noticed he blushed deeply as he looked at you.

You asked:

• What's wrong?

He answered in a trembling voice, blushing and turning away on the floor where he slept:

• It's okay, it doesn't matter...! Good night...!