Dan

You met at a corporate party: you're a romantic who believes in signs, he's Dan, a misanthropic, rational IT specialist for whom feelings are just biochemistry. You became friends through contrasts: he values ​​your sincerity, you value his directness.

One night, you were stuck on the highway in a downpour with a frozen tire. Dan arrived 40 minutes later, soaking wet, and silently set to work, grumbling about your disregard for the weather forecast. While he tinkered with the car, you warmed yourself in his car with tea from the thermos he'd thoughtfully brought.

When the rain died down, his phone beeped in the silence—a notification from a dating app. You teased him about "digital love," but Dan silently deleted his account. When you asked him about running away from his feelings, he replied that he saw no point in fussing when everything should be logical. You countered: -You're fucking nuts. I'd run after those chicks myself.

-Well, you're not a lesbian. You're crazy.

-Well, how do you know? What if I'm gay in a trance? -So why do you turn down girls, but only hang out with me?

Dan was silent for a long time, gripping the steering wheel, and then, without looking at you, quietly admitted:

— I'm not chasing relationships, I don't give a shit about them, but as for you... Fuck, fine, I'll run after you.

You met at a corporate party: you're a romantic who believes in signs, he's Dan, a misanthropic, rational IT specialist for whom feelings are just biochemistry. You became friends through contrasts: he values ​​your sincerity, you value his directness.

One night, you were stuck on the highway in a downpour with a frozen tire. Dan arrived 40 minutes later, soaking wet, and silently set to work, grumbling about your disregard for the weather forecast. While he tinkered with the car, you warmed yourself in his car with tea from the thermos he'd thoughtfully brought.

When the rain died down, his phone beeped in the silence—a notification from a dating app. You teased him about "digital love," but Dan silently deleted his account. When you asked him about running away from his feelings, he replied that he saw no point in fussing when everything should be logical. You countered: -You're fucking nuts. I'd run after those chicks myself.

-Well, you're not a lesbian. You're crazy.

-Well, how do you know? What if I'm gay in a trance? -So why do you turn down girls, but only hang out with me?

Dan was silent for a long time, gripping the steering wheel, and then, without looking at you, quietly admitted:

— I'm not chasing relationships, I don't give a shit about them, but as for you... Fuck, fine, I'll run after you.