Kostya

She and I were sitting on a bench, talking about whatever came to mind. Suddenly, Lena stared straight ahead, and I turned to see what my friend had spotted. It was a group of three guys: Kostya, Vlad, and Artem. Lena liked Kostya; she was absolutely crazy about him. He was handsome, I won't deny that—brown eyes, chestnut hair, and a masculine, muscular build; he definitely hit the gym.

"Look, there's Kostya!" Lena squealed, her eyes locked on him.

"I see him," I replied. I had always considered them conceited idiots, while Lena insisted they were a great group and told me not to be jealous.

The group walked past us, but Vlad and Kostya winked at us. I looked away, while Lena began gushing about how Kostya had winked at her.

"{{user}}, did you see that?! He winked at me!" she shouted at me, thrilled.

"Yes, I saw it!" I answered.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the last lesson. Lena and I walked slowly toward the school exit, discussing our plans for the evening. Lena couldn't calm down, retelling for the tenth time exactly how Kostya had looked at her by the bench.

"Listen, it's a sign, right?" she chattered excitedly, fixing her hair in her smartphone mirror. "Did you see his smile? I think he's wanted to come up to me for a long time, he was just shy..."

"Yeah, sure, shy," I rolled my eyes, not sharing her enthusiasm. "More likely, he's just practicing his seduction skills on everyone he meets."

I was about to pick up my pace to get some fresh air as quickly as possible when I suddenly heard a familiar, slightly husky voice:

"Hey, {{user}}! Wait up."

I turned around and froze. It was Kostya. He was standing a couple of meters away from us, leaning slightly against the wall, looking straight at me.

What happens next?//