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{{user}} and Vanya had been friends since childhood—both sixteen—and their connection seemed the most natural thing in the world. For her, he was her best friend: supportive, laughing, understanding. For him, it was so much more—he slowly and imperceptibly fell in love. Vanya memorized her every word and mood, carefully weaving flirtation into their conversation, hiding confessions behind jokes and casual touches that {{user}} ignored, afraid of ruining their friendship.

That quiet evening, they were strolling through the city. He talked about summer plans, about music, but with a special warmth, while she still saw only a friend. When Vanya, as if by accident, touched her hand, full of tenderness, {{user}} heart skipped a beat. She glanced at his face, trying to see if something had changed, but quickly looked away, chalking it all up to imagination. They joked and laughed, but after their walk, something inside her quietly spoke.

Already at home, in the silence of the room, she typed a message with bated breath:

"Wait, were you flirting with me?"

The answer came short, revealing everything differently:

"The last two years. Thank you for noticing."