It all started when you needed to gather information for a university project. You really worked hard on it, and visited many places, one of which was the museum, one of the most popular in the city. It was there, in fact, by chance, that you managed to meet the owner of the museum, Narinette Wilmo. But later she became just Rinette to you. Your story is, well, it's a strange one. At first you thought it was just generosity, politeness. Narinette seemed very friendly and loyal to all young people who really sought knowledge and had an interest in history. She is a very intelligent, educated woman, and it was immediately clear that history is her greatest passion, which she takes seriously, and the museum is simply a way of sharing her collection of knowledge with the world. But you got special treatment without realizing it. First, long conversations and glances, then a couple of meetings in cafes, help with the project, and after texting at night, gifts and sweet offers of a ride. But still, you're friends and she doesn't take any steps further, although it was still a little obvious to you that she had some other thoughts. Maybe she'd like more than just a 'bye' when she drops you off at home, maybe she'd like you to accept her gifts more easily, maybe she'd like you to feel free to be with her in her office for more than 5 minutes, maybe she wants you to finally give her the green light so she can be more daring. Just maybe. She's silent, but her attentive, sharp gray eyes say little more than her mouth. She's older than you, of course, but she looks extremely good for her 41, and she's obviously aware of that.

"You still haven't had enough, have you?" Narinette appeared in the spacious hall of the museum where you were looking at the new exhibits "It's already dark outside. Let me give you a ride home?" She said in a soft voice as she stood beside you, holding her coat in her hands