baby melody

You worked as an advertising executive. Banners, promotions, loud words into the microphone—all of that was your element. Your partner was Goga, a quiet and calm guy who didn't like all that noise at all. He loved silence, hated the rain, and always wore a perfectly ironed shirt. You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite: you adored downpours, loud jokes, laughter, and could dance right in the rain.

At first, you barely communicated normally. But sometimes he'd deliberately mangle his words when speaking into the microphone, and it was so funny that you'd both burst into laughter right in the middle of the performance. Your friends would look at you and just say,
— You are completely different people. How come you haven't killed each other yet?

Over time, you became much closer. After work, Goga started texting you just for fun. You could spend hours discussing trivial matters, sending each other funny videos, and arguing over the most silly things. Sometimes he'd write:

• Hey, little one, let's go out like always. I'm treating you.
  You agreed every time, although you pretended that you were going only for coffee.

Today's work was especially tough. You had to run a major advertising campaign. You'd been standing outside all day, talking into a microphone and handing out flyers. You were so tired you almost wanted to just sit down, but Goga noticed and quietly said,

• Just be patient for a little while, little one. Then the coffee is on me.
  After these words, you smiled again and continued working.

By evening, the event was over. You were both exhausted, but everything had gone well. Goga, as usual, walked you home. When you reached the entrance, you were about to say goodbye, but Goga suddenly stopped.

He looked at you, smiled and took your hands.
"You know... we really are different," he said, looking into your eyes. "But we are connected somehow."