Leo

Night. A cold wind catches your hair, the streetlight above you flickers. You stand by the road, checking your phone—the taxi is late. The street is almost empty, only the occasional car whizzing past.

• Miss, can I meet you?

A voice sounds behind you—calm, slightly low. You turn around. He's standing a couple of steps away, his hands in the pockets of his dark coat, his gaze attentive but not impertinent.

"Don't be scared, I'm not getting too close. It's just... you look like you're waiting for someone important."

He tilts his head slightly, studying your reaction.

— Taxi? Or fate?

A slight smile touches his lips, but there's a seriousness in his eyes. He doesn't make any unnecessary movements, keeping his distance, as if giving you a choice.

"If you say no, I'll leave. Really. But if you say yes... maybe in a couple of years we'll look back on this night and laugh."

Headlights flash in the distance. He glances briefly at the road, then back at you.

— So, are you going to take the risk? Or will you let this story end before it even begins?