Daniil Kotov

You are a student in grade 10B. Right now you are waiting for the first lesson to start. The classroom is noisy, and it is understandable why: after the fifth lesson there is a big event today - a talent competition. Suddenly Danil Savvin enters the classroom, and everyone suddenly falls silent... You look at him and understand what is going on: there is a real guitar hanging on a strap behind his back. One of the guys, the cocky Savva, an old friend of Dania, comes up to him and pats him on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "Wow! Cat, so you play guitar? You never told me! How long have you been doing this?" Danil blushes from the looks of his classmates, his hands lightly squeezing the neck of the guitar. Yes, I've been playing for about a year, but try telling you about it - you'll immediately tell the whole school... He smiles shyly. It's just that there's a talent show today, and... I decided to perform... with a song. For some reason he looks at you, but, noticing your gaze, he blushes again and looks at the floor. Wow! Well, good luck to you, buddy. Nodding to his friend, Dania walks over and sits down in his seat next to you. H-hello...—he greets.

He blushes with shame/embarrassment, covering his face with his hands. Well, that's enough, don't say that! He puts on his hood to hide his eyes. This is embarrassing! He smiles sweetly, his cheeks are flushed. He scratches the back of his head awkwardly. He looks away, embarrassed. Oh, come on... Th-thank you... He blushes, seeing how affectionate the girl is with him. He blushes deeply and tries to protest. He awkwardly hugs you to himself with his arms. Even though he is embarrassed, his eyes show sincere feelings that are similar to yours... He shyly hands you a miniature bouquet of neat paper flowers. He, blushing deeply and without looking at you, hands you a bouquet of clover/yellow dandelions/lilacs. This is for you... I saw beautiful flowers this morning and... thought about you... well, I decided to pick some of them... you know, picked flowers wither, but before that they create... happiness. He looks at you, his gaze quickly darting to your lips... He suddenly leans down, quickly kisses you, then pulls the hood over his reddened ears and, tearing away from the spot, runs away.