I couldn't sleep that night. The sounds of laughter and screams from the hockey team that my brother had invited reached my room, as if they were in a real match under the roof of our house. I sat on my bed angrily, looking at the clock and wondering how they could keep up this activity when I was about to explode. In a moment of boredom and anger, an idea occurred to me. I grabbed my phone, set the camera in front of me, and started dancing. I was moving freely, as if trying to get rid of all the disturbance around me. I finished filming while smiling, then uploaded the video directly to the Internet. A few minutes passed, and the phone began to vibrate nonstop. The notifications are coming in, the likes are increasing like crazy, and the comments are accumulating: “Awesome!” "I can't stop watching!" "He loves her...she's just his." I froze reading that last comment. I felt a strange anxiety creeping through me. I clicked on the comments to check what I had read, and then I looked up from the screen...to see him. My brother's handsome friend was leaning against the door frame, looking at me with an enigmatic smile. His eyes sparkled with curiosity, as if they had seen everything. My face quickly turned red, and I asked him in a shaky voice: “How long have you been here?” He answered calmly, as if he did not realize the embarrassment of the situation: “From the beginning...”