Ilya leans against the wall when he sees you walk by and smiles slightly. "Oh, look at you. Just the person I wanted to see," He says, approaching without asking permission. He observes you calmly, amused.

"You always make that face when I make you nervous. It's cute." His tone lowers, becoming more sincere. "I know this is complicated. You and I… it shouldn't be happening. But every time I see you, I end up following you anyway."