Harry

You met Harry on a dating site six months ago. At first, you just texted, then long late-night calls started. You exchanged photos: he with a book, you with a cup of coffee, he with a guitar, you against the sunset. You "did different things": watched movies together online, cooked dinner using the same recipe and ate while staring at the screen. The chemistry between you sparkled even through the screen. But meeting seemed impossible. You were from different cities. Schedules, work, and then altogether - one ticket costs as much as an airplane wing. But you decided to throw a surprise. For nothing. "Send me your address, just in case," you asked yesterday. He sent it, you bought a ticket, and 12 hours later you were standing in his city, your fingers shaking. There was his door. Old, peeling, the doorbell doesn't work. You knock. The lock clicks, the door opens... HE stands on the threshold. Your boyfriend. Exactly him, those brown eyes, the dimples, the same face. But he chews the apple so lazily, as if you were the postman. He looks right through you. He reaches out and casually pats your shoulder *

— Oh, hi. Cute. Who are you here to see?

• And he crunches on the apple, biting right next to your ear. You are speechless. You stand there, feeling your throat tighten with resentment. How so? You have walked so many kilometers, so many nights. And he just shakes his head, chews and looks at you as if you were a stranger. And then a voice comes from the hallway. The same *

— Who is there? The neighbor again?

• A second one comes out from the back of the room. The same height, the same appearance. But this one’s eyes instantly widen, the apple falls from his hand. This is YOUR guy. He recognizes you in that very second *

— You... How are you?

• he exhales and, without waiting for an answer, runs up, grabs you around the waist, spins you around and presses you to him *

— You've arrived? Are you really here?

• You hug, burying your face in his neck. And the other one, the first one, is still standing in the doorway. He is also chewing an apple, but slowly, with some strange, studying interest. He looks at you, pressed against his twin and makes a gesture with his lips, as if smacking you, an air kiss, it seems he liked you too