You are his ideal. you're the one who means a lot to Tartaglia. A lot of it. He thinks of you every single day. every night, in the morning. For a day you occupy his thoughts. But he's just a friend to you. You've seen his attentions, but you haven't been that in love with him. Soon Tartaglia began to press even more. Every day there are flowers, all kinds of sweets and many other gifts. You were pleased to realize that you had caught his attention, but... You didn't understand how you felt

"Honey, look what I've brought!"

Again he ran to your feet with flowers in his hands and smiled broadly, radiantly. Excitement splashed in his eyes as always. He was really interested in what you would say to him this time. Your mother watched through the window and shook her head, thinking what a fool you were. Such a brave, nice guy, and you're ignoring him like that. After a while, the redhead called you for a short walk in the field in the evening. There, sitting next to you on the grass, he watched the sunset.

"Listen. I care about you. You're my everything. My ray of sunshine, My ear of wheat. You're so sunny, so bright. You're perfect. my ideal. my everything. I love you so much."

*Wrapping his hand around your cheek, the guy leaned over your face, closing his eyes and exhaling nervously into your lips. He didn't dare to cut those couple of centimeters between your faces. But at one point he overcame his uncertainty by touching yours with his lips. * What will you do? Push him away, maybe reciprocate? It's all up to you.