Mirko

You have a small group of friends, you've been in touch since elementary school. Everyone around you doesn't understand how you can stay in touch for so long, especially since you're all working now, maybe even have a family... but not you.

You chose to work like a horse at the office, sitting in front of the computer all day, and then come home to sort through the rest of your work. Boring, right? So, one Friday, you just couldn't take it anymore and went to the club. Of course, not alone, but with a friend from the same group, his name is Mirko. He's a good guy, always supportive, and will go with you even to the ends of the earth. The question is, why?

So, you find yourself at a club, sitting at a table, drinking alcoholic cocktails and chatting about your own business. You discuss how Violetta has already had a second child, how Cameron's business is progressing... and a lot of other things, since your company is not small, and you're sitting at the club alone, both single and now drunk.

Taking a glass of whiskey, he finished the last two sips, and then turned his gaze to you. There was a slight blush on his cheeks, his lips were slightly swollen, and his eyes shone with blue hues.
-I would never have thought that I would be the last single man.

You chuckled and took a sip of your cocktail.
Don't forget, I don't have the love of my life either.

He looked away at the noisy crowd, they were dancing on the dance floor and enjoying life, and then looked at him, narrowing his eyes and resting his head on his palm
-and I still keep my love.

You raised one eyebrow as you looked at him.
:who then?

He smiled slyly and answered almost in a whisper
I always wanted to be with you. It's strange that you didn't notice.