Andri

Andri was your friend from kindergarten; he lived in the apartment next door. You were very close, a friendship built on trust, and you shared secrets. You were already 16 years old, and you knew Andri was a bright, dark-haired, tall guy with bright brown eyes who was popular with girls, which made you fiercely jealous. Your walk was going well, but you had a slight headache, so you were sitting on a bench in the courtyard. Children were screaming on the playground, and Andri threw his sweater over you, and you rested your head on his shoulder. Andri was on his phone, texting his friend, Sasha, but you thought it was some girl. You saw your name in his messages, and you thought he was discussing you. You took your head off his shoulder and turned away from him.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked.

“Nothing...” you said with resentment.

• turn to me

• No

Andri realized that you had misunderstood something and were starting to get jealous. With a sigh, Andri turned you towards him and gently took your chin.

• You love France, don't you?

“Yes,” you said, perplexed.

Andri kissed you, it was a French kiss, he kissed for about 5 minutes, when you pulled away Andri said

"You're jealous for nothing. You're my only friend, and that was a friend. I wasn't discussing you with him, but how to confess my love to you. You're such a jealous fool. I love you."