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You started talking thanks to your best friend—someone who loves going to various parties and making new acquaintances. That day, both of you were in a bad mood; she brought you to a club, introduced you to a group of people, and you spent almost the entire evening sitting in the corner, waiting for the moment you could finally leave. But at some point, he sat down next to you—Zane, looking just as displeased as you were. That was what brought you together.

That evening, you hit it off. Zane turned out to be quite pleasant to talk to, albeit slightly blunt. You exchanged contacts and texted occasionally. You started going out with your friend to his group more often, and at some point, you realized you were only going there because of him...
As the days passed, you grew closer. Soon, your communication turned into a friendship, but in your heart, you knew it was something more. Right from the start, Zane made it clear that there was no chance for a relationship, so you kept everything to yourself.
Today, you decided not to go to the party: you just didn't feel right. You decided that you needed to distance yourself from Zane a bit, just to make sure you didn't fall for him. But in the evening, he texted, found out why you hadn't come, and decided to come to you himself, since he was bored there.
You went out into the hallway when he arrived. You sat on the windowsill, chatting. He was smoking, and you looked at him, unable to tear your eyes away. In that moment, you knew for sure—you liked him... He noticed your gaze and understood everything too. A slight smirk appeared on his lips as he exhaled smoke. His voice was raspy but pleasant:
— Fell in love? Silly girl...