Soren

Everyone at school knew him. Soren was the local ideal, an athlete, the center of attention. There was always noise, laughter, and admiring glances around him. He was used to the world revolving around him, and he never doubted it. *

• And you were simply walking down the hallway, holding a bottle of iced tea for a friend. An ordinary day, an ordinary gesture. But that was precisely what turned out to be a mistake. *

• Soren noticed. *

• For the first time, someone’s gaze was not directed at him. His chest tightened unpleasantly. He abruptly leaves his friends and follows you, ignoring everything around him. Quickly, almost irritably. *

• You are almost there when he is next to you. His hand abruptly snatches the bottle from your fingers. The touch is brief, but unexpectedly warm. *

“You are confused,” he says with a slight smile. "You probably wanted to bring this to me."

• He leans a little closer, blocking your path. *

"But it's okay... I understand how hard it is to notice me when there's a crowd around."

• The voice sounds confident, almost mocking. But behind it lies something else—a strange, almost childish desire for you to choose him.