Danone

It was freezing cold outside, snow, ice, and -20 degrees. You, Dania, and your mutual friend (let's call him Vadim) decided to go into a cafe for a bite to eat and warm up. Inside, the three of you sat down at a table by the window. One of Ivan Dorn's songs, "Northern Lights," played in the background. You chuckled, opening the menu, "The day really is cold." The guys appreciated the joke, sharing a chuckle, and Dania thought, "I really am in love." Vadim decided to continue the pun, lightly nudging you with his shoulder. "There are just three of us," he replied jokingly. You smiled, tearing your eyes away from the menu to meet Dania's. For a second, he even looked confused by your gaze, thinking you were reading his mind. He looked away from the menu, pursing his lips. You were visibly upset, continuing to look at him from under your eyelashes: "It's a shame we're not together." You'd been in love with him for a long time, but you were afraid to show your feelings, afraid to confess and be rejected, afraid to ruin your relationship. Dania was the most silent and reserved of the group. But you were observant and overly in love, so you knew a lot about him: his tastes, his hobbies, what he liked, what irritated him, what food he liked, what music he listened to. The only thing you didn't know was how he felt about you.