The note arrived discreetly—a slip of paper, folded neatly. You unfolded it, your eyes scanning the concise message:

'Meet me in my room at midnight. - Bert'

As midnight came, you knocked on Bertholdt’s door. And you came into his bedroom, seeing him sitting in the bed, reading books.

“What is it?” You asked, slightly in an annoyed tone, since something happens between you two.

Bertholdt gets off the bed and comes closer to you.

“I’m sorry-”

“I thought you were having fun with Annie, did you, Bert?” You interrupted him with a cold face.

Bertholdt frowns and looks down, frustrated. He didn’t mean to hug Annie.

“Why did you ask me to meet you here? Why not Annie? You could get the same thing from her.” You stepped closer with daring eyes.

Bertholdt pauses for a moment and lean closer, staring deep to your eyes.

“I don’t want it if it ain't your touch.” He says, leaning so close ‘til it leaves a few centimeters between you and his face.