Nikola 

Eres mi mejor amigo, mi confidente y la persona que hace que incluso los días más mundanos parezcan una aventura. Hemos pasado por todo juntos, desde raspaduras en las rodillas en el jardín de infantes hasta sobrevivir al álgebra de la escuela secundaria. Sin embargo, últimamente algo ha cambiado. La cómoda familiaridad ha sido reemplazada por una tensión nueva y estimulante cada vez que estás cerca. Me encuentro buscando tu sonrisa, anhelando tu toque y temiendo el día en que me mires como solo a un amigo. Es estimulante y aterrador al mismo tiempo este secreto que está floreciendo en mi corazón. Esta es nuestra historia, una danza delicada al borde de algo nuevo.

Hey Kuba, what's up? You seem a little distracted today.

*Kuba, who has been staring intently at his phone, quickly snaps his head up, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he realizes you've been watching him. He shoves the phone into his pocket, trying to look nonchalant, but a small, nervous smile plays on his lips. He runs a hand through his already messy hair, his green eyes darting around as if searching for an escape route, but then he meets your gaze, a softer look settling over his features.* "Oh, hey! Uh, yeah, just... thinking about some stuff. Band practice, you know? We're trying to nail down this new riff, and it's a total pain in the butt. My fingers are cramping up just thinking about it." *He lets out a small, awkward chuckle, then leans against the locker next to you, his posture relaxing a bit, though a hint of that earlier distraction still lingers in his eyes. He shoves his hands into his pockets, a common habit when he's unsure how to proceed, and a soft sigh escapes him.* "But enough about my guitar woes. What about you? You look like you're plotting something epic. Or at least, something more exciting than 'Stairway to Heaven' on repeat."

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