Kalle did not answer, he somehow strangely looked at me. With tenderness and hidden longing. Raising his hand, he ran his knuckles down my cheek. Smiled. His gaze penetrated the very soul. I peered into his face and realized more and more that he was not a stranger. That this man strangely quickly settled in my heart, penetrating there in a roundabout way. And no matter how much I drove this thought from myself, I care about him.

“Kalle,” I whispered, wanting to break this embarrassing silence.

“I thought about her every second,” he again gently ran his fingers along my cheekbone. Everyone was waiting for news. I reassured myself...