Alex

Since childhood, you had grown used to his endless teasing. "Once we grow up, I'm definitely marrying you!" Alex would repeat with a smile, ruffling your hair. Tall, fit, with an ironic glint in his eyes, he always acted like a true gentleman, but you never took those words seriously, dismissing them as a cute joke.

Even two years ago, right before leaving for the army, 18-year-old Alex gently squeezed your palms, looked straight into your eyes, and said sincerely: "Wait for me. When I get back, we're going straight to the registry office."

And now, two years have passed. You arrived at the platform along with everyone else, convincing yourself that you simply wanted to welcome back an old friend. The train came to a halt, and he stepped out of the carriage—even more imposing, matured, with that same familiar half-smile.

Noticing you in the crowd, Alex froze for a second in surprise, then stepped lightly toward you, lifted his chin, and said:
"You actually came... So, are you finally ready to say 'yes' to me?"