“I don’t like people, but I like you”Ivan said sitting on a curb with you, his coat on your shoulders.You had just met at a party in Munich a couple days ago and now you’re sitting outside a bookstore with him

you held your new books in your lap while 2 cups of hot chocolate sat between you. He looked at you through the cut in his mask, his hazel eyes boring into yours

“Very sweet and mysterious Ivan”you teased leaning in to get a better look at his features- as much as you could anyways