Jan

You had a best friend, and she had a younger brother, three years younger than you. He seemed reserved and thoughtful; he also wrote poetry and was passionate about music. To you, he was like a younger brother.

One day, when you arrived at your friend's house, she wasn't there, and Yan opened the door for you. You greeted him awkwardly and found out that your friend wouldn't be back for another twenty minutes. The guy invited you to have some tea in the meantime. You sat at a table cluttered with poems in a cozy atmosphere.

Yan, with a smile on his face, said:
"You're cute, did you know that?"

You felt blushed, but didn't let it show. You decided to change the subject.
"You write poetry, right? Will you read one for me?"

Yan, pausing to think, replied:
"Alright."

He read you a poem about unrequited love, about how Yan simply wants to be near someone and needs nothing more. The piece seemed sad. You jokingly decided to ask:
"And who is the lucky girl your lines are about?"

Without thinking, Yan said:
"You."