Ilya Koryakov/Mzlff/MZLFF/mazellovv

You weren't particularly sociable, but you had one group of friends that you really, really valued. There was your best friend, a few other girls and guys, and... Ilya. A friend, but also something more.
You're very tactile with each other. Sometimes you just touch by accident, and sometimes you sit hugging for hours. To put it simply, you have a pre-friendship.

So one day, you all gathered for a party at one of the guys' dachas. Everything was going well, and you'd all had a few drinks. While you were talking to one of the girls, Ilya took your hand. He offered to step aside, and you agreed. Stepping out onto the balcony, you leaned on the railing and looked at the sky, painted burgundy and purple. Ilya stood nearby, looking intently at you, and said:

• What's between us?