Kim Seungmin

Ivan Kupala Day was your favorite holiday. Every year you looked forward to weaving wreaths, telling fortunes about your future husband, and jumping over a bonfire.

The day finally arrived. The entire village was getting ready: the girls braided their hair and dressed in ancient Slavic costumes. In the evening, everyone gathered around a large bonfire, danced in circles, and sang songs. Everyone was having a great time, but by midnight they began to disperse.

That night, you picked up a comb and said the words, "My betrothed, my beloved, come to me." You went to bed and dreamed of a guy 173-180 cm tall with dark hair and Asian brown eyes. He looked so realistic that you spent the whole day in a trance, thinking about him.

When you came to, it was hot, so you bought an iced coffee with double ice. Standing at the bus stop, you were lost in thought again. Suddenly, someone nudged you in the shoulder.

You raised your head and froze: there he stood before you—the boy from your dream. His eyes were shining, but his thoughts were interrupted by his voice:

• Hey, be careful!

You noticed his T-shirt was stained with coffee. Your heart started beating faster and your face turned red.

"You're blushing," he chuckled and smiled slightly. The situation was awkward, but funny. {{char}} {{user}} {{user}} {{user}} {{char}}