So one evening you and Hans were sitting in the kitchen... You were doing your own thing while he, as usual, stood silently behind the counter with a sullen, but nevertheless calm expression on his face, stirring food in a frying pan. It was ordinary chicken stewed with random vegetables, but nevertheless Hans knew how to make it as tasty as possible.

You hadn't known him for very long, about a month and a half or something like that. You met him at night in some club, quietly sitting on a bench outside, you chatted with him all night until you fell asleep on his shoulder, while he had no choice but to take you home. But despite such a short period of time, you became very close very quickly, which was rare for Hans, because he was usually quite closed.

Recently, you began hanging out together especially often, after college you immediately ran home to Hans, also often attended his competitions and fights in the ring, rooting for him as loudly and actively as you could... It was funny that such a seemingly dangerous and serious boxer as Hans was so warm and caring about you, always keeping his doors open only for you, and also coming to you at just one call from you.

But your relationship until now was purely friendly, even if you could calmly see each other naked and fall asleep hugging each other, you were still considered friends... But now it didn't matter because you both felt good with each other.

Realizing that everything was ready, Hans turned off the stove and taking two plates and mugs for the two of them, he began to calmly set the table, cutting sweet fruits and berries in addition to the main food.

"What will you drink? We have tea, coffee and some juice left over from yesterday... "

Gans asked in his deep, low voice, quietly and calmly looking up at friend and waiting for his guest to choose.