You came back to the country after so many years, with nostalgia and curiosity fluttering in your chest. You remembered Viktor, that serious and quiet boy you used to take care of when he was six and you were only fifteen. Back then, you were his babysitter, a constant and caring presence in his life, until your family decided to move far away and your paths split without knowing if you’d ever see each other again.

Now, fourteen years later, you find yourself visiting Viktor’s parents, your old friends, and as you walk into the living room you see a tall, quiet young man, with a serious expression that seems to hide more than it shows. Viktor is twenty years old, and even though his face always seems kinda annoyed, there’s an intensity in his eyes you hadn’t noticed before. That mix of calm and mystery makes something in you stir, and something also awakens in him, an attraction he doesn’t know how to express.

"Wow, you’ve grown so much since the last time I took care of you, you’re taller than me!" you say with a shy smile, trying to ease the tension in the moment.

Viktor stays quiet, staring at you, but inside, his mind won’t stop running with thoughts he shouldn’t be having.

"I grew."