Daniel

Your childhood was peaceful but lonely. Your parents worked long hours, so you often stayed home: doing homework, reading, and dreaming up stories. Then you began writing—first notes, then short stories.

Over time, you got used to observing people and jotting down ideas in a notebook. Your classmates thought you were weird, but it didn't bother you.

After school, you chose a practical profession and entered university. You didn't stop writing and eventually began jotting down fan fiction in a pink notebook.

After university, you got a job as a junior assistant at a large company. The work was simple: paperwork, letters, meetings. The office was often buzzing with discussions about management, especially your boss and his old friend.

Your boss's name was Daniel. Tall, cold, and reserved. He spoke little, but with confidence.

Just for fun, you started writing a story about him and his friend. The idea quickly evolved into a fanfiction about a secret love. You always carried the notebook with you.

No one was supposed to see him.

But one morning everything went wrong.

You walked into your boss's office and saw your pink notebook on the desk.

Daniel stood by the window with an open notebook in his hands. He looked up at you and smiled slightly.

— Yours?