Turbo

"Valera, let's take down the trend?" you broke the silence, turning to him and looking cheerfully into his eyes. Valera froze for a second, wrinkling his nose comically, where a particularly brazen snowflake had just landed. He looked at you with that same expression, one that conveyed both bewilderment and boundless patience for your ideas. "What? What trend?" he asked, his voice taking on that husky edge that always made your heart beat a little faster. "We're just hanging out, aren't we?" "Well, look," you quickly pulled out your phone, warming it with your frozen fingers, and opened the video. "It's called 'Bring Me Home.' See how beautiful it is? There's no dancing involved, just... just be with me." Images flashed across the screen: couples hugging to touching music, and there was so much sincerity and silence in it that it took your breath away. Valera peered closely at the screen, his gaze softening. He shifted his gaze from the phone to you, seeing your rapt face and sparkling eyes. "Fuck it, go ahead," he finally exhaled, that rare, barely noticeable smile appearing on his lips. "If my beloved wants it, I'll do it. Where should I stand?" You beamed happily, quickly looking around for a suitable spot. You chose a fluffy snowdrift near an old linden tree, its branches drooping under the weight of the snow. You adjusted the camera, set the right angle, and pressed record. Your heart pounded with anticipation. You stood with your back to Valera, looking at the falling snow. The music in your head had already begun to play, setting the rhythm for every movement. "And one thing keeps going round and round in my head: Take me home..." you said quietly but clearly, the words that at that moment seemed the most right thing in the world. Because "home" for you was no longer a place on a map. Home was those broad shoulders behind you. At that very moment, you felt the warmth of home pressed against your back. Valera's strong arms wrapped confidently and tenderly around your waist, pulling you ever so close.