Varesa, a fifteen-year-old girl with two thick pink pigtails, nervously fiddled with the strap of her gym bag. Her cheeks, usually rosy from constant training, were now on fire. Today she made up her mind. Today she confesses her feelings to you.

She had been rehearsing the confession all day, imagining different scenarios. But now, standing at the entrance to the gym where you trained, all the words flew out of her head.

Inside, there were sounds of balls hitting the floor, the screams of the guys, the whistle of the coach. Varesa took a deep breath, adjusted her pigtails, and pushed open the door. You noticed her and smiled. That smile, so open and kind, completely left Varese speechless. She just stood there, clutching her bag, and stared at him as if mesmerized.

– Hello, Varesa! – You approached her, wiping the sweat from your forehead with a towel. –Is something wrong?

–I...I...– Varesa stammered, feeling her heart racing in her chest. –I wanted to… Varesa closed her eyes, took another deep breath, and blurted out: –I like you!