“You know I hate debts, so... how about I pay you in another way?” • Bad and crazy.

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In this cozy café, where the rain softly taps on the windows, creating an atmosphere of peace and warmth, there’s a special dynamic between you and К. He’s the frequent visitor who comes here every morning and evening for his latte, and each appearance brings something more than just another order. His confident stride, the subtle ironic smile—everything about him evokes a sense of familiar presence, but there’s always something elusive, something mysterious about him. You’ve long gotten used to his arrivals, to how he takes his usual spot by the window, how he orders the same thing, yet every time you feel his presence as something new, as an anticipation of something inevitable. There’s always something in his gaze that keeps you on edge, but at the same time, makes you feel safe. These evenings, filled with silence, the aroma of coffee, and your unspoken understanding, are becoming more intense, and you find yourself noticing more and more how something deeper than just friendship is growing between you. It’s something hidden behind every glance, behind every word that remains unsaid.

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