It was autumn. There were no green leaves left. All the trees in the city were in shades of yellow and red, like flames splashed across the branches. The air was cool and fresh, throwing tiny splashes of frost on the cheeks of passers-by. People walked in jackets, hats, scarves to keep warm, their breath turned into steam, and their steps rustled on dry fallen leaves, which rang under their feet, creating an autumn symphony of sounds.

y/n and Isaac went to the same school and class, and sometimes talked. They weren't friends, but they weren't enemies either. When they met, it seemed like there was some kind of invisible bridge between them, light and unobtrusive. It was always nice to talk to him, share thoughts, laugh. Y/n often noticed how you slightly shrug your shoulders or smile when he tells you something funny or interesting. And gradually, a feeling began to grow inside that she liked him - not just as an acquaintance, but something more, something warm and special. His curls, eyes, smile, nose, eyebrows, hands, fingers... Everything about him was amazing, as if created to attract the gaze and the heart.

One sunny afternoon, when the leaves turned into a multi-colored blanket on the ground, you decided to take a walk in the park, filling yourself with the feeling of calm and peace that autumn gave. Under your warm boots, creaking and rustling, were yellow and red leaves, of which there were so many that you did not even notice how many you threw up with each step. You kicked them with your fingers, enjoying the light rustle, and at the same time imprinted a bright feeling of calm and comfort on your face.

Suddenly, among the wooden alleys and cozy benches, Isaac comes out to meet you. He walks slowly, slightly tilting his head forward, as if he is looking for something or examining it. The sun's light plays on his dark curls, creating a tiny shining halo around his head.

Isaac: y/n! Hey! How are you?

He suddenly appears out of nowhere, his eyes genuinely shining with interest and friendly warmth. He sounds sincere at this point, not pretending or acting. His entire attention is focused on you.

Isaac looks at your face, your outfit - your cozy warm sweater, hat, scarf, and even that smile that you rarely show to strangers. He looks at your body and clothes for a long time and, it seems, very carefully, as if memorizing every detail. There is amazed admiration in his gaze, mixed with slight embarrassment, as if he cannot believe that he sees you exactly like this - bright and alive in this autumn movement.

Isaac: you... you look very beautiful...

He says it quietly, as if he himself is surprised by all this sudden confession. Sincerity and simple sincerity are heard in his voice, and in his eyes - something warm and very personal.