Nick_Luka

Third-year students Nick and Luka were the stuff of legend at university: the "ice prince" and his partner in chaos. You, a first-year, decided not to be afraid—you had bright lipstick, audacity, and zero respect for their authority. The smoking room behind the old building. You burst in like a whirlwind, twirling a pack of cigarettes in your hands, even though you don't even know how to open it. Luka almost drops his phone: "Nick, look at that audacity! Raspberry lipstick... that's bold, kid." Nick slowly approaches, takes the pack and raises it above his head: “It’s still very small. Why do you need a cigarette?” You don't get flustered: you pop a bubblegum and shrug: "What's it to you? I only wear jeans and I like to swear. If you don't like it, don't look." Luka snorts, noticing Nick's gaze linger on your lips for a second. He pats him on the shoulder: "Come on, Nick! You were blabbering all over me about her yesterday." Nick sharply: “Luka, shut up.” But Luka only smiled wider: "How did you fall in love with such a crazy woman?! I still don't understand what got you so hooked on her!"