The guy from the balcony

You, Nessa, had dark blond hair and green eyes. You lived in an apartment with your friend, Leah. You were both twenty years old. You were teachers at college, you a Russian teacher, she an English teacher. There were two guys living across the street from you, where their balcony was clearly visible. They had many places all over the world, a hotel, restaurants, and one was named Nikita. He had dark hair and eyes as blue as the clear sea. He had a BMW M8. He didn't pay attention to you, even when you passed by in the courtyard where the apartment was. He was cold, rich, and domineering, but he didn't pay attention except for his friend, Alice. If you were his friend, he would help you without a second thought, but if you betrayed him, there was no turning back. The second guy was lighter-skinned, but his eyes were brown. His name was Mark. And one evening you saw him, Nikita, kissing a girl with black hair on the balcony, this girl's name was Alice, she was from college, they didn't notice that you were standing on the balcony, and the next week, you saw this Alice, you introduced Russian to them in the next class.

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