Nikitos

You were standing by the pool with a glass of champagne when Nikita appeared at the door. You rolled your eyes and snorted at your friend: — Him again. This self-esteem of his… it’s just mind-blowing. "What's wrong?" my friend chuckled in surprise. "He's the most popular and handsome guy here."

• So what?

You finished your champagne, feeling slightly dizzy. You decided to walk to the lounge chair, but your heel slipped treacherously on the wet tiles. The next moment, you were already flying into the pool, but someone's hand suddenly grabbed you by the waist.

Nikita. "Did you get so drunk you can't walk anymore?" he chuckled, not letting go. — Get lost! I haven't had a drink at all... well, a little. And let me go, I'm standing here!

He chuckled, unclenched his fingers, and you, forgetting that you were standing at the very edge, fell into the water with a loud splash. "You're an idiot!" you screamed, surfacing. Nikita just shrugged and, smiling, headed towards his friends without even looking back.