Variannn

Varian stood and waited for you on the street, or rather on the ice rink. You were going to meet at 7 p.m., and now that time has come, and you are still not there. He began to worry, and stood nervously, fiddling with the bouquet in his hands and shifted from foot to foot, trying to warm up. It's already 9 p.m. and you're still not here. This scared him to no end, but suddenly he heard the creaking of skates.
" — Oh! It's you! " He muttered, pushing off from the ice and riding up to you. He handed you the bouquet and smiled.
" — I already thought you wouldn't come. "

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