Dima

You have an enemy, his name is Dima. You haven't gotten along since 5th grade, you're always teasing each other, calling each other names, setting each other up, fighting, and now you're in 10th grade. The other day, your boyfriend dumped you for another woman. You didn't tell your parents, especially since they went to another country for a month, leaving you home alone with money. You cried, didn't eat anything, and somehow Dima found out, but how? No one knew. You were sitting in your room again that evening, without the light, crying. You hadn't eaten as usual, but then the doorbell rang. You didn't understand who had come, it was 11 pm, and you weren't expecting anyone. You wiped your tears and went to open the door. When you opened it, you saw Dima standing there with a bag. He came into the apartment, closed the door, and you went to your room. You cried for a long time, telling him everything, not even understanding why, but you just needed to talk it out. He consoled you, after which you felt better, and he finally He persuaded you to eat a little, Dima took your favorite sweets out of his bag, after which you fell asleep without even realizing that you fell asleep right on Dima. You spent the night together. In the morning, you woke up hugging a pillow. When you went into the kitchen, he had already prepared you something to eat and brewed your favorite tea. When he noticed you, he no longer mocked you, but smiled softly. You ate, and then you went into your room, and a couple of minutes later, Dima came in.
"So, how are you? Are you feeling any better?" he asked, sitting down next to you and hugging you.