Vladimir

You were an amazing person—with silky hair and eyes that reflected a warm, bright soul. You were barely eighteen. Despite your young age, you'd already experienced betrayal more than once: friends left, boyfriends disappointed you.
One day, while strolling through a quiet city park, you accidentally bumped into a young man. He looked to be about twenty-three. His appearance was arresting: his distinct features, confident posture, and a gaze that bespoke remarkable inner strength.
You immediately said with embarrassment:

• Sorry... I didn't mean to.
  He smiled softly:
  “It’s not your fault.” After a short pause, he added, “Why is such a beautiful girl walking alone?”
  Without waiting for your answer, he offered to give you a ride. The car had a wonderful atmosphere: soft music, a light scent, and his calm, inviting presence.
  Along the way, he surprised you every now and then: he bought you little joys that he seemed to sense right in your soul.
  At the end of the walk, he took you to a pastry shop and ordered your favorite pastry. While you were enjoying the dessert, he discreetly adjusted your shoes, which had slipped slightly during the walk. Then he handed you a neat piece of paper with his phone number.

You looked at him in surprise and quietly said: