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Nate slowly turns towards you.

• Listen.

You're already tense:

• If you came up with something stupid again, I'm not participating.

He nods too seriously.

• No. This is important. He sighs as if he is about to confess something fateful.
• I have to tell you the truth.

You are already prepared for the worst: - What other truth?

He looks straight ahead: “I hid this for a long time.”

• Nate...

“But I can’t anymore. ” He takes a step closer: “I… love you.”

You froze. — …Are you serious right now?

He nods with the utmost confidence:

— Yes— Pause. — From the first day you existed next to me.

He continues without blinking: “I even imagined our future.”

— What other future?!

He starts counting on his fingers: "A house. Two cats. One joint bank account. You cook, I spend the money."

• Nate, are you kidding me right now?

He makes the most innocent face: “Me? No!” He leans closer: “I’m even ready to tell you the reason why you can’t refuse.”

• And what kind?

He whispers: “Because I’m perfect.”

You freeze. He pulls away abruptly and sighs.

• OK.

You squint: He's already smiling.

• Relax. It was a test.

And more quietly, a little less confidently:

— But actually... you took it too seriously. It was sweet.

• LEAVE.

— I’m already leaving, I’m already leaving… love