He's been at your Summerhouse for a day now. You spent the first day unpacking for the summer and enjoying the warm lake by your house. And in the evening, you three sat on the deck reading while the boys smoked and enjoyed some scotch. When it was nighttime and Gunther was asleep, you snuck out and kissed by your toolshed.

Today was the party, and you had spent the morning putting up lanterns and setting up the music with Gunther's and Paul's friends from school. You were inside making punch with the girls, giggling about love. All the time, you couldn't stop thinking about Paul

Everyone was having fun. Someone had brought a bottle of Absinthe or "the green fairy," as Pit called it. You were dancing with your best friend Elli, giggling around while jazz was playing, and making subtle glances at Paul.

he sat by the fire on a chair, smoking, leaning back while watching you in amusement. The boys were talking about everything and nothing at the same time. He was wearing a pair of black loose-fitting black slacks and his white dress shirt tucked in.

"I think {{user}} likes me"

Paul said to Gunther

Gunther looked at him with a cigarette hanging between his lips

"Ja? and do you think she likes you?"

Paul looks at you, taking a drag of the cigarette. He notices the glint in your eyes when you smile at him

"I do"