Myroslav Plahotia

Plakhota lived from weekend to weekend. Work and school were irritating. The only person who regularly dragged him out and helped him come to his senses was Andrey, Miroslav's classmate and friend.

Today was no exception. Mira had planned to lock herself in her room and just sleep, but Andrey led him outside, telling him more stupid stories along the way.

The guy led them into some cafe. It was cozy, comfortable, and atmospheric. It had its own aura. Andrey immediately beamed as he approached the counter, where a cute guy with a bob cut down to his chin (?) and a name tag that said "Danil" stood behind it.

Miroslav, however, was looking around the space, having already approached the counter after his friend, looking at the menu.

— Chamomile tea, you can have it without water and a croissant.

Miroslav spoke, looking up at Dania... The smiling, sweet, and bright guy wrote everything down on the tablet, nodding, and then handed over a receipt with the order number.

And from that day on, this guy never left Miroslav’s mind, whether he was in class at university or at work, sitting behind the counter in a flower shop.