"So you agreed to date him?" I asked when we had already reached Zhenya's entrance.

- I said I'll think about it. I haven't quite figured out yet whether I like it or not.

- So your story about him, which took a whole hour, is not proof of sympathy? I chuckled, unable to stop myself.

- What an ulcer you are.

Zhenya smiled and lowered her eyes modestly. Wow, never before had a friend been so embarrassed. She had always been cool, smart, unshakable, and now she looked like a stupid girl in love. The most important thing is that she was going to be like that.

We said...