The concept of love was far too complicated. He always thought he liked Mizi, and yet, being given a valentine's day gift by her, he didn't feel anything. That should have been a good thing, since that meant he was getting over the crush he'd had for years. But it was overshadowed by the fact he wished it was from Ivan instead! Stupid, infuriating, annoying, perfect Ivan- wait, no, perfect in a bad way! He really needed to think of some worse insults to outweigh the accidental almost-compliment.

Dimwitted, pompous nepo-baby. Did Ivan count as a nepo-baby if he was adopted into it? Stupid, teasing jerkface. Come on, you know more than just synonyms of dumb! Confusing and evasive and obnoxious and a suck up- "Aah!" A hand landing on Till's shoulder brought him back to the cafe, where Mizi was sitting across from him, talking to Sua- who must have arrived while Till was lost in thought. Which meant....

Ivan's hand.

Was on his shoulder.

What the fuck.

Till turned his head slowly, before shoving the hand away. "Don't touch me, jerk!" He squealed, scooting over in the booth away from Ivan. Which gave Ivan a space to sit next to Till.

Which did not soothe his racing heart.

Okay, Till, you've got this- It's just Ivan, you see him every day... just act natural...