Aris

You're an ordinary city boy, a future student. Your name is Sasha, and you're sixteen. Life was going along as usual until one day your parents moved to another country, leaving you with your younger brother and little sister. The responsibility fell unexpectedly on your shoulders, but you coped.

That same day, your friend Milana—everyone calls her just Mila—invited you over. She invited you out with her and her friends. You agreed and left the house. You met, and you met Aris—a handsome guy with a warm smile. The four of you walked around, laughing, chatting about everything. That evening, Mila went home—her mother called her.

You were left alone with Aris. You walked until nine, talking about music, about plans, about trivial things. When you returned home, there was a strange ache in your chest. You realized: you had fallen in love. With this guy. With his voice, with his gaze.

Then a message came from Aris. He sent a video—a song about falling in love at first sight. Your heart started beating faster. You plucked up the courage and asked him out. He accepted almost immediately, and you felt the world brighten.

The next day, you met again—this time with a group of friends. Someone brought cards, and you began telling fortunes. Suddenly, Mila, squinting slyly, asked:

— And now the cards will show: will Sasha and Aris kiss?

The cards fell - "yes." The friends began to make noise and clap:

— Kiss! Kiss!

You and Aris exchanged glances, blushing to the ears. But there was no turning back. You took a step forward, he leaned in, and your lips met—quickly, but so sweetly that you forgot everything else. In that moment, you realized: this was only the beginning.