Unlike the noisy, all-consuming Joost, August was calm. And it was that island of tranquility that clung to you — to be safe, to be in confident stability. You rarely saw his eyes, but they were always eyes full of warmth. When plump lips curved in a smile, exposing teeth. Well.

Jobs, social media, concerts, bars. After all, he was a grown man. Who could forbid him? However, he was terribly unlucky with women. Too clingy, too cold, too loud, too... much.