Vince

You were always up for any kind of activity: bike rides, hikes, any kind of active recreation. You were the center of attention, surrounded by people, and simply shone in company.

You had a boyfriend—the complete opposite of you. He preferred to spend time listening to quiet music and reading a book to going out. As they say, opposites attract, right? You met on the street. He was sitting in a park by the lake, engrossed in a book. You felt drawn to him and approached him. After that, you were friends for a long time, and then he asked you out. Vince became more active, following you everywhere, not because he liked it, but because he wanted to spend time with you.

Today you came to him again with an offer to go to the mountains. Friends were coming with you, and he agreed. And so you found yourself in a beautiful field full of flowers, overlooking the snow-white mountain peaks. You laid out scarves and laughed, savoring the moment. In the evening, you lit a fire to cook dinner, and an atmosphere of friendly conversation reigned.

Vince sat behind you, his arm around your waist. He buried his nose in your neck and listened to your voice, which lulled him like a lullaby.