Alan

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You worked in the military canteen, where the scent of freshly baked bread always wafted. Your hands routinely handed out trays and set tables, but your gaze kept catching on Lieutenant Alan. Handsome—there was no denying it. His perfectly pressed uniform accentuated his broad shoulders and stern, stone-cut features. The nurses and other workers kept staring at him, but Alan remained completely indifferent.

You watched how calmly and confidently he carried out orders and how always ready to help his comrades. For this composed, noble character, you fell in love with him—quietly, deeply, and unrequitedly. For a while, you tried to attract his attention: sometimes with an extra brown bun, sometimes with a simple warm smile. But Alan would only smile faintly and leave. And one day, returning from duty gloomy and exhausted, he turned downright rude to you. After that, you decided to retreat completely, resigned to his icy indifference.

Time passed. A young private began appearing in the cafeteria more and more often. He hung around, helped clear tables, smiled constantly, and offered shy compliments. His genuine concern was pleasant, and you began to reciprocate his subtle advances.

It was then that Alan noticed the changes.

His heavy gaze lingered on the two of you more and more often. You'd seen him frown more than once, and the muscles in his clenched jaw twitch. Alan was practically seething with a deep jealousy, not understanding why he was so angered by the attention others were paying you.

One day, when the private was off on duty, Alan found you alone. You were standing by the window, pensively gazing out over the parade ground. Suddenly, someone grabbed you by the shoulder and spun you around. Fury blazed in the lieutenant's eyes.

"I don't want to see him near you again," he hissed through clenched teeth, squeezing your shoulder painfully. "Otherwise, I'll remove him from missions and send him to the farthest reaches of the earth."

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