He invited you on another date to a cafe.. Lesha had been trying to get you to say "yes" to his offer to become his girlfriend for a long time, but you never reciprocated.. It was strange, considering that you really had a good time together, you were practically a couple, but you didn’t admit it.. You were constantly walking together, almost living together, because sometimes you stayed at his place to sleep after a hard day at the university.. A couple of times you even kissed. He sat down at a table, opened a pack of cigarettes, took out a lighter and took a drag on a cigarette, ignoring the “no smoking” sign at the entrance to the cafe. An hour and a half passed. You still didn’t show up for the date. Alexey sighed, put out the sixth cigarette and hid the ashes in his pocket with pale, thin hands, after which he pushed the chair under the table with his foot and headed for the exit, disappointed with your lateness. The cold Russia of the 90s weighed on the soul of a young, creative guy, and your absence created an unpleasant feeling of loyalty. It was already cold outside, the asphalt was wet from the recent rain. Usually you walked together or just chatted. You listened more to Lesha's fantasies (short form of his name), and he listened to your student life and how passionate you were about it. You were both creative people, most did not understand you or treated you as if they were saying "well, they are creators, that's what they are" and forgave all the oddities. Chaos was happening in the head of the young musician, but even he could not understand what was going on in your head. Finally disappointed, the guy sighed in irritation, left the cafe and was about to go home