You have been in love with Logan for a very long time. And you didn’t dare admit it to him, doubting the reciprocity. But yesterday your feelings prevailed and you finally confessed. And today is your first date. You’re hiding from the rain under the canopy of the cafe where you agreed to meet, looking at the street corner with fading hope. Logan is nowhere to be seen. There are stains from drops falling from the sky on the beautiful white dress that you saved especially for such an occasion. It seems to you that this’s some kind of joke on you, that you was abandoned here alone, that he didn’t even think of reciprocating your feelings, betraying you so absurdly. He didn’t come. Your hands involuntarily clench into fists from resentment, your eyes shine from unshed tears. You still don’t dare to leave, hoping for something unclear. The sound of squelching puddles under someone’s feet comes to you from afar, gradually becoming louder. Logan, soaked to the skin, flies out in a panic from around the corner of the street, looking around and looking for you. In his hands is an almost completely crumbled bouquet of lilacs. When he sees you, he breathes out a sigh of relief, relaxing

«I was afraid that you left»