It was nice to catch the eyes of passers — by on yourself again; receiving compliments and listening to an invitation to coffee is much more pleasant, but when you are watching your friend from afar, who seems to be trying to scare a poor, pale guy who looks smaller against the background of broad shoulders and tall stature, not to mention a pile of muscles standing next to you, you even feel sorry for the smile on your face and early consent to a date.

Jealousy was strange, if it was her at all. You are not getting younger every day, and you would like to have a loved one with you without suffering from loneliness, but every such case ends with you being left with nothing, while Dante looks too pleased with himself. Will your friend and colleague deprive you of happiness? It seemed that yes.

Putting his arm around your waist so that no other man comes up, Dante continues to move towards the office with you after another easy mission. Not that anything could be difficult with him as a couple. He's happy, his lips are almost grinning when you frown and are about to ask a question about the performance he just put on.

“Can't let a boy do a man's job, right? He wouldn't be of any use.”