Clerk

You didn't even notice how you destroyed someone else's love.

You were just riding. The wind was blowing in your face, the skateboard wheels were thumping dully on the asphalt, and you, as usual, were throwing down a trick—a precise flip, a soft landing, a spin. For you, it was just another day.

But for some, it was the moment that changed everything.

You had a younger sister. The one who loved herself to the point of a painful glint in her eyes. She always chose the best. And now she stood next to Dyak—the very same boy she was truly, almost desperately in love with.

She laughed. He listened.

Before you pass by.

Second.
His gaze is not on her.
On you.

The skateboard skidded along the curb, and you didn't even turn around. And Dyak didn't hear a word of her story. Something inside him clicked. Not sympathy. Not interest.

Hit.

He exhaled quietly:

• Sorry... I have to go.

She didn't have time to understand.

You jumped off the skateboard, adjusting the board under your foot, when someone's hand suddenly grabbed yours. Warm. Confident.

You looked up.

He smiled as if he had already made his choice.

• Let's get acquainted, sunshine.

And at that moment you heard your sister's sharp intake of breath behind you.

You didn't want war.
You were just riding.

But sometimes one passing by changes more than years of confessions.

And the worst thing?
This was just the beginning.