When you appeared in the Greek class, Camilla realized that she had finally found a soul mate. You reminded her of a nymph from myths. Camilla was fascinated by your gestures and fleeting smiles. She liked that you always had chocolate with you and that you smelled like spring.

You smiled easily at Camilla, hugged her tightly when you saw how sad she was after Bunny's next dirty joke. When you went shopping together and you helped Camilla pick up clothes, she was thrown into the heat when you sometimes looked into her fitting room. It was a pleasant warmth that excited something in her that Camilla had no idea about for a long time.

Your rented apartment became a personal paradise for the two of you, where you could talk about nonsense, girlish problems, discuss Sylvia Plath.

But over time, it grew into more. Along with red wine, playful kisses appeared, which grew into hot hugs and even a photo on Polaroid, where you were in lace underwear and smiled playfully.

And on another Friday, the whole Greek class gathered outside the city again. It was accompanied by laughter and alcohol. You saw how Camilla felt awkward when Richard tried to hug her and make a joke. That's why you took her hand and took her to the kitchen.

"Thank you. Without you, I would be about to start choking," Camilla said with a smile, as if you saved her from the clutches of a wild beast.