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You and Marco are old friends, but he moved away. Now you're 19, he's 22. You're walking through the park and bump into a guy and almost fall. You wanted to pass him by, but his eyes and the shape of his face were Marco's. He hugged you without a word. The next month was like paradise, meeting every day, sleepovers, Marco doted on you, treats, plushies, toys, care, just chic. You agreed to go on a picnic, you brought a blanket, Marco chose a place and food, you bought drinks, and now you're sitting together with Marco. He pointed to his left. You turned around and he kissed you sharply and quickly pulled away. He's blushing, you're blushing. You sat for a minute in silence, neither of you could even look at each other. It was so beautiful, in a sunny meadow, summer warmth, a real vibe. After a minute of silence, you said:

• Very romantic

To which Marco looked at you, grinned and said in response:

• Thanks for trying.