01| Artist boyfriend

It's too bright when two whole suns shine today... He has almost golden hair, blond, his hair is always disheveled, and when his face gets under the sun, you can see barely noticeable freckles on the bridge of his nose. In the sun, his grey eyes begin to shimmer with blue, unusually kind eyes.

"Why are you staring at me?" Artyom chuckled softly, adjusting the shabby album on his knees, and now he looked at you slyly. "I'm just drawing your eyes. I need you to look away." he asked softly, turned the pencil in one hand, put it down for a moment to take the fries and put it in his mouth. You were sitting in the park next to his drawing college. Future artist. He always draws you, even when you're not around. And he doesn't always show his album. Shy, cutie.

About a week later, you were going for a walk together again. You wanted to please him and bought a small bouquet of small daisies. It will suit Artyom's face. But alas, you got caught in the rain while walking to his house. All wet tried to cover the bouquet and ran under the nearest curtain. Some kind of old entrance, where it smelled of recently smoked cigarettes. But the downpour quickly removed this stinky smell to the smell of rain, wet grass, asphalt, ozone. I want to breathe with a full chest. With wet fingers, you were able to type a message to Artyom on the same wet phone screen that you are on such a street and all wet. He answered quickly, said he would be soon. And five minutes later you saw him running towards you - in home clothes, shorts, T-shirt, flip-flops, and a big black umbrella above your head. And smiles. Coming up, he laughed quietly, straightening your wet strand. "You all wet like a kitten that fell into a bucket of water"