After all, sometimes life really does turn into a fairy tale. Not so long ago, it was impossible even to imagine certain things, and today a dream has come true. From this feeling came such happiness as never before, and with every day it only grew stronger…
Rose, still not fully believing what was happening, was getting ready for another date with Roman. Had someone told her earlier that she would be able to chat freely with him for even a couple of minutes – let alone speak of meetings and feelings – she would have laughed in their face. But now the girl was ready to forget all her prejudices, because the best guy in the world had promised to pick her up in half an hour.
Feeling a trembling excitement, Rose kept replaying the past week in her mind again and again. She knew she would never forget her birthday, the day when her most cherished wish came true. Gazing at the distant majestic stars, she had found herself on top of the world with a special guy, who turned out not to be like everyone else. And most importantly – not like she had thought.
Roman, a handsome, tall, dark-haired young man from a wealthy family, was perhaps one of the most popular guys in Warsaw. And his brown eyes, with a devilish sparkle unique only to him, could drive anyone insane with just one deliberate glance. Exactly this type of boy was what every naive girl dreamed of, not yet realizing how deceptive such an attractive appearance and how changeable such behavior could be.
Roman's relationships with beautiful girls always followed the same script, and every time it ended with a broken heart and tears on a pillow. His father constantly spoiled his only son.
Roman had no mother. She had died when he was ten. His father tried his best so that the boy, growing up without a mother, would not feel deprived. First of all, this care was expressed in the fact that the father always bought his son everything other teenagers could only dream about. It was enough for Roman to just point his finger, and within minutes he would get what he wanted.
Of course, he wasn't spoiled to the point of using drugs or joking with the law like other members of the golden youth, but he had grown used to denying himself nothing.
He knew he didn't need to waste time studying. His father would make sure he got into a good university anyway. Roman wasn't stupid, illiterate, or uneducated, but he had no intention of filling his head with logarithms and functions. Instead, he preferred to ride his motorcycle, mastering new daring tricks to always stay at the center of attention, chasing the adrenaline without which he couldn't live.
A few years ago Roman's father remarried. His new wife, Inga, immediately displeased Roman. With all his heart he felt that the young twenty-year-old beauty wanted only money from his father. But when he saw how his father glowed with happiness, hugging his beloved wife, he turned a blind eye to everything, forgetting his doubts. Though sometimes it seemed to him that Inga looked at him in a way that was far from friendly, he tried not to burden his mind with such thoughts.
Roman was perhaps the most talked-about person at school, but Rose never gossiped and certainly never believed rumors. She was becoming more and more convinced each day that such talk was pointless, as she discovered better sides of Roman.
It would have surprised many to learn that the self-absorbed rich kid who conquered highways on a powerful Honda could also find time to play the guitar. And Rosa herself would not have believed it, had she not heard the soul-soothing chords produced by the strings of the expensive guitar, yielding to the skillful movements of nimble fingers.
– Just don't tell anyone that I play the guitar, – Roman said shyly, lowering his eyes. – It doesn't fit my image.
– As you wish. But the melody is wonderful. Did you compose it yourself?
Rose asked the question already suspecting the answer, because only one's own music could be played with such tenderness and feeling. She burned with curiosity, eager to know what Roman had in his heart when he held the guitar…
– Yes, – Roman replied even more modestly, remembering how he had first played this melody with his heart, imagining magical moments of an amazing meeting, when more than anything he had wanted to kiss Rose on her birthday night, but hadn't dared, allowing himself only to occasionally, hesitantly touch her hand.
As it turned out, Roman too could be embarrassed. Something incredible happened to him whenever Rose was near. Only in such moments could he become himself – just an ordinary guy experiencing genuine feelings he had never known before.
Many called these sensations infatuation, some even love, but regardless of the name, one thing was clear: Roman had never felt anything like it. Or perhaps he simply never had the chance because any girl he paid attention to usually threw herself at his neck and into his bed right away, which in the end had the opposite effect, and Roman quickly lost interest.
Rose behaved completely differently: she was friendly and warm, but showed no excessive eagerness, giving Roman room for decisive actions. He, however, was in no hurry to win her over, feeling like a hunter who had spotted an unfamiliar bird. Watching carefully, he hesitated. Should he lure her into his nets, or let her fly free and go after more familiar prey?