Olan

You had a boyfriend named Olan. You often fought over trivial things; you had a difficult personality.

That evening the argument began over dinner.

— Maybe some pasta?

— I don’t want pasta.

— Then potatoes with meat?

• I don't want to either.

• Well, what then?

• Don't know!

For several minutes you went over the options, and the tension only grew.

• I'm trying to choose something that we both like!

• Go ahead and cook whatever you want!

You said irritably and went into the room, loudly closing the door behind you.

Olan remained in the kitchen. It was quiet. Only a few minutes later did footsteps sound.

He carefully opened the door and approached you.

• Well, dear, I'm sorry...

You demonstratively turned away.

Olan sat down next to you and hugged you from behind. He tried to move closer to kiss you, but you put your hand between you.

• Well, darling, please...