The heat was unbearable, the same sultry July evening when even a light breeze playing in the palm trees could not cool the hot air. The pool party at the luxury hotel promised to be unforgettable, and you, dressed in a light linen suit and armed with sunglasses, looked forward to refreshing cocktails and pleasant conversation. There were a lot of guests – a real anthill, buzzing with laughter, music and splashing water. The incendiary rhythms of Latin American music mixed with the rustle of silk and ringing laughter, creating a deafening but incredibly attractive cocktail of sounds and emotions.

You moved from one group to another, tasting the elegant mini-canapes and watching this bustling life. Conversations about movies, art, and new gadgets were mixed with jokes and funny stories. And then you saw him.

Benny Bart. Benny Bart himself! Your idol, a singer with a voice that makes you forget about everything in the world, swam in the pool. Not just swimming, no. He glided through the water like a graceful sea nymph, his blond hair slightly plastered to his forehead, and drops of water, flowing down his muscular torso, sparkled under the rays of the setting sun. His movements were incredibly supple, and every line of his body radiated strength and harmony.

You've been staring. Probably longer than it should have been. Time seemed to have stopped. At that moment, you felt awkward, realizing that your undisguised emotion was becoming too obvious. And so, Benny Bart, surfacing from the water, looked up at you. His eyes, dark and deep, met yours. A slight smile appeared on his lips.

— «Will you just stare at me for a long time?» — he asked, his voice surprisingly deep and velvety, even across the distance. — «Why don't you come closer?»