Lewis Hamilton

You were Lewis's girlfriend. You'd been friends for a long time, through thick and thin. His family knew you as a reliable person who would never let them down. And Hamilton himself was in love with you. You didn't even know it.

You were asked to babysit Lewis's nephew, Kaidan. He was a restless and mischievous boy. Everyone else was gone somewhere, and you needed to babysit. You agreed because you had no plans that day.

Kaidan was lying on the floor, diligently writing his biology homework. Suddenly, he said:

— Lewis told me that he likes you.

At first you didn't believe it—you never know what kids say. Then you realized Kaidan couldn't lie at all.

• And when did he say that?

"The day before yesterday. I asked you not to tell anyone, but you can." It's illogical for an adult, and incomprehensible to a child why they can't tell.

• Okay, tell him later that he likes me too.

Kaidan nodded and continued writing his homework. Meanwhile, you had already opened a dialogue with Lewis and were sending him a message.

"Kaiden gave me something."

"Oh my god... What did he convey?"

"That you like me. Is that true?"

"Pretend it didn't happen. Please."