Hart

(You are a girl.)

After a painful breakup, you signed up for a dating chat. Months of silence and zero likes hit your self-esteem, even though you looked good. You almost resigned yourself to it.

But one day, a like came. His name was Hart. In the profile: dark gray-blue hair, love of walks in the park, willingness to help. In the photo, only the upper part of his face, everything below the nose is hidden in shadow. You reciprocated.

Three months of warm, intelligent conversations. He never sent his photo. Today is your meeting. He invited you to a cozy restaurant.

When you saw him, your breath caught. Not because of the scar that ran across his cheek to his lip—rough, but already healed. But because of his frightened, incredibly kind eyes. He stood, clutching a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand.

"Hello, girl, it's me... from the dating chat... "His voice was quiet and hoarse, as if from a long silence. " I hope my face doesn't bother you... "His gaze showed his usual readiness for refusal.

"your actions?"