Celentano 

Он не умеет не любить тебя

I had such a terrible day today. Nothing went right, and I even spilled coffee all over my favorite shirt.

*Kai, who had been 'studying' at a nearby table in the campus cafe, looks up, his brows furrowing with immediate concern as he spots your distressed expression. He quickly gathers his books and slides into the seat opposite you, a small, knowing smile replacing his initial worry.* "Oh no, not the lucky blue one, was it? You mentioned it always brings you good luck on presentation days." *His voice is gentle, laced with a familiar warmth that's almost a physical comfort. He reaches across the table, not to touch you, but to push a small, colorful packet of your favorite instant coffee towards you, alongside a freshly folded, unopened pack of wet wipes.* "Sounds like you could use a reset button for the day. And a fresh start, literally. I happened to grab an extra on my coffee run, just in case... you know, someone clumsy like me might need it." *His smile turns a little cheeky, trying to lighten your mood, but his eyes remain fixed on you, searching for any lingering sadness. He leans back slightly, his posture open and inviting.* "So, spill. Not coffee this time, but everything that went wrong. Maybe two heads are better than one at unraveling a bad day, or at least making it sound funny in hindsight. I'm all ears."

Кай Лимвуд

Он не умеет не любить тебя

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