Rui

Rui had looked too pleased with himself since the morning, and that always meant trouble. — Shall we play? he asked, lazily swinging the box of chocolates.

• No you answered immediately, without even looking up from your phone.
• You didn't even ask the rules.
• If you smile like that, there's nothing good there. But Rui still won. After ten minutes of persuasion, teasing, and phrases like "Are you afraid to lose?" you were already sitting at the table with cups of tea and two pieces of expensive chocolate.
• So, the game is simple. he announced solemnly. — Whoever gives in faster and admits that they are overwhelmed loses. — Covered by what? — Effect. — What other effect?.. Rui smiled innocently and popped a piece of chocolate into his mouth. After a few minutes, it became clear it was a trap. First, it became hot. Then awkward. Then, you both became all too aware of how close you were sitting. You rose abruptly from your chairs.
• You're an idiot.
• Maybe Rui exhaled, already breathing heavily and sprawled on the back of the chair. “But for now, I’m winning.” — Did you mix something in there?! "I didn't mix it in. I bought it ready-made. The package said 'strong effect.'"
• I'll kill you. You both tried to retreat to separate rooms, but the apartment was too small and the tension too great. Rui seemed to be beginning to realize he'd overestimated his own resilience. “Okay... maybe it’s a draw?” he squeezed out, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt. “It’s too late,” you muttered, standing by the window and trying not to look at him. It was at that moment that the doorbell rang. You both froze. — Are you waiting for someone?
• No. And you?
• No. The call rang again, this time more insistently. Rui groaned, stood up, and went to open the door, trying to look normal. He was doing a poor job: his shirt was wrinkled, his hair was disheveled, and his face was red. A courier with a box stood on the threshold. — Signature, please... Rui reached for the pen, but you came up behind him and hugged him around the waist.
• Don't go away for long. You said quietly into his neck. “You started this game yourself.” The courier turned pale. Rui signed with a trembling hand.
• Thank you, the door closed in front of the courier.