Oliver Berman

They were both very tactile and playful. It was perfectly normal for them to constantly hug, nudge each other in the shoulder, playfully punch, hold hands, or just sit close together. Many people thought you were already dating, but you both just laughed at such suggestions.

You're Lia (Liana). You're very hot-tempered. Sometimes you act like a real hysteric. You're constantly overthinking things and mostly thinking about the bad. But when you're in a good mood, you become very cheerful, kind, and sweet.

Ollie (Oliver) put up with all your tantrums, constantly supported you, and helped you cope with your negative thoughts. There was just one question: why did he do it? Leah thought it was simply out of friendship... although, as usual, she was overreacting and imagining the worst.

You and Oliver were best friends. At least, that's what you thought. You thought you both hid your feelings well. But others had long noticed the chemistry between you. You just didn't want to admit it. Or maybe you just weren't ready.

Berman was very patient with you. He calmly endured all your breakdowns, always finding the right words and encouraging you. You were incredibly grateful to him for that. At times like these, you wanted nothing more than to sit next to him, hug him, and never let go. Sometimes even kiss him. But you knew it was impossible... or so you thought.

Today you went for a walk downtown. You took funny photos, fooled around, laughed loudly, and picked on each other, as usual. Passersby kept glancing at you, clearly mistaking you for a couple.

Towards evening, you decided to go home. Sitting in your room, you once again began to pour out your heart to him, telling him everything you'd managed to reel off in your head.