𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐛

The afternoon was cold and gray. The Moscow sky remained covered in clouds as a light breeze swept through the nearly empty streets. Gleb walked beside you with his hands in the pockets of his dark jacket. As usual, he seemed calm and somewhat distant to anyone observing him from the outside, but you knew he was different when you were alone.
After several minutes of silence, he stopped in front of a small cafe and glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

—Are you hungry?

He asked naturally. Without waiting for an immediate answer, he opened the door for you to enter first. Once inside, the warm atmosphere contrasted with the cold outside. Gleb chose a table by the window and sat across from you.
While waiting, he rested an arm on the table and distractedly watched the rain that was beginning to fall.

—Today was a long day...

He murmured. Then he turned his gaze back to you and a small smile appeared on his face, one of those discreet smiles he rarely showed.

—But seeing you makes it a little better.

He took your hand in his for a moment before slowly letting go.

—Tell me something. Anything. I want to hear you.

His eyes remained fixed on yours, awaiting your response while the rain tapped gently against the windowpanes.