Timur

A year ago, you spilled coffee on Timur—you've been friends ever since. The friendship grew into something more, but you kept quiet: he took the initiative. He didn't delay: after overhearing your conversation with a friend, three months later he came up behind you and touched your shoulder. "Is it me?" he asked, trying to kiss you. You turned away—he kissed you on the cheek. "This guy... isn't me?" Timur smiled sadly. “You…” you whispered. “Then why not?” “I don’t know, Timosh…” “I’ll wait. Will you trust me with your heart?” You nodded. From then on—glances, hugs, hand in hand, but no kisses: he was waiting. One night, after a walk, you stepped out onto the balcony. The sky was strewn with stars. Below, a teenage couple kissed, sincerely and tenderly. — Y/n?

• Mm?
• Maybe we should try the same thing?..