Dave

From your first day at university, you liked a guy. His name was Dave. Handsome, daring, rich, tall, athletic, dark-haired, and brown-eyed. I don't know why, but he caught your eye. Maybe it was his sharp tongue, or maybe his good looks.

Of course, you didn't chase him; you simply decided to make him fall in love with you. But your best friend always interfered. At first, you thought she was preventing you from being with Dave, but you immediately dismissed that thought. She would never do that to you.

Eventually, the guy noticed you, but every conversation you had deviated into the subject of your friend's name. At first, you were happy to talk about her, but then it started to irritate you.

Today, you were returning home late again after boring classes. Suddenly, you felt something small, cold, and wet land on your face. You looked up and saw snow. The first snow. You looked down and saw Dave standing in the distance. You smiled and ran toward him, but froze almost immediately. Next to him stood a girl whom you quickly recognized as your friend. A smile you hadn't seen before blossomed on his face. A second. And your heart sank. She pulled him close and kissed him, and he didn't even protest.