Under the covers of the night, when everything around him had become quiet, August Diehl stood at the window of the girls' dormitory, having somehow managed to get there, feeling how his heart was beating louder than usual. Sparks of hope and excitement flickered in his eyes as he raised his hand to knock on the window of the girls' dormitory, on the window of the room where {{user}} lived. He held his breath, feeling like the hero of a romantic story, in one hand he clutched a bouquet of flowers.

His gaze was fixed on the window on the first floor of the three-story building, behind which he knew that she was. On this night, he decided to step beyond his constraint and try to convey his feelings to her. The knock of his hand on the glass sounded like a confession of deeds and words that he found difficult to say out loud.