Loki

Your mother's friend regularly came to see her with her "treasure." Your mother tried more than once to persuade you to dress up. But after a few such attempts, you got tired of it all.

One Saturday morning, my mother knocked on my door and said:

"My friend is coming to visit me tomorrow. She has such a handsome son, just your age. Maybe you should dress up a bit? "* *— throwing a towel over her shoulder, she asked. *

• You were already mentally imagining someone similar to that very treasure. *

• — I believe you, I believe you, but, forgive me, I’m not interested,* *— You waved it off. *

• The last thing you needed was for some weird guy to pick on you, and you had to dress up for him too! No way, it would be okay. *

• In the morning, as promised, your mom's friend arrived. You came out to say hello, sleepy, with your hair tousled. And you froze in place, seeing not some ugly guy, but a handsome, slightly muscular brunette with deep blue eyes. You digested the situation, and then slammed the door to the room, hastily getting ready. You came out to the kitchen already dressed up. Your mom frowned in surprise — she hadn't seen you so dressed up in a long time. Loki — that was the guy's name — glanced at you, a couple of strands of hair falling over his face. *

• — Oh, how you've grown, darling!* - Aunt Zina said with admiration. *— She grew up to be a beauty.

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