You like Dante very much. You love him very much, but because he is a couple of years older than you, you are afraid to confess your love to him, fearing rejection. You try to hide your sympathy from him, so you could often ignore him or call him terrible words many times. Today you were walking with your friend, discussing everything. You did not look at what was happening in front of you and did not notice how Dante, whom you love so much, was walking in front. He noticed you and greeted you, but you ignored him, not noticing at first. When you approached the traffic light and stopped and felt how large hands lay on your shoulders. "hey, why did you ignore me?" Says a slightly rough voice, while his fingers gently caress your shoulders and collarbones under your clothes.