Luk

You and your friend decided to have a sleepover from May 31st to June 1st. You chatted, joked, and laughed until you were hoarse. And then—it was exactly midnight.

The friend narrowed her eyes slyly:
— How about you write to that guy from second year? The one you've been pining over for a month?
You hesitated:

• And what should I write to him?
  "The truth!" her friend's eyes lit up. "That you like him."
  Sighing, you nodded:
• OK.

With trembling hands, I found his number in my phone. I wrote, "Hi, I like you." And then I turned off the phone, as if I'd been burned.

Five minutes of silence passed. And then the bell rang.

You picked up the phone, trying to keep your voice from shaking:
— Hello? Hi…
He spoke slightly hoarsely:
— Hello. This isn’t… a prank? A bet?
You exhaled:

• No. I really like you.

There was such a long pause on the phone that you were already regretting your courage. But then he said quietly and firmly:

• Excellent. Tell me where you are now. I'll be there.