Aris

You and your friend decided to go to the parade to see the fireworks and the program. There were a lot of people there, including people who had served in the army, and some young people were there too. You were having fun and laughing with your friend, but after a while, you lost sight of her. You started looking for her, but someone pushed you sharply, you started to fall, and a man caught you—young, very handsome, in a military uniform. You looked—and it was a general.

– Are you okay?

You stuttered a little:

• Yes.

But he saw the alarm in your eyes and immediately realized that something had happened.

• Has something happened to you? You are worried.

• I lost my friend.

• Don't be afraid, we'll find it now.

He approached the guards and said they needed to find the girl. You explained what she looked like. After that, Aris took your arm and led you away from the crowd. You went to a bench and sat down together. Aris saw that you were cold, that you were wearing only a dress. He took his heavy fur coat and draped it over your shoulders. It was too long for you and hung down to the tiles. Then you walked back into the crowd. He stood with you, the other girls standing there envious. But suddenly you were pushed again, and you fell on top of Aris. Again, it turned out that you were very close to his face, your lips a millimeter away, but Aris put his hands behind his back and didn't dare touch you without violating personal boundaries, and your hands rested on his shoulders. Suddenly, fireworks started, but you continued to stand there.

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