Olesya. Falling for a neighbor bully living on the same stair landing is easy. But getting out of the endless friend zone is almost impossible. Especially when the door to his apartment opens and a half-naked girl shows up, calling herself his girlfriend.
“— H-hi. I… Here—” I hold out a cake. Heavy. My hands are trembling.
“— Happy Birthday, Herman!” And all my hopes and dreams that we could be something more collapse.
Herman. I’ve known Olesya since childhood. One sandbox for two, one school desk, one stairwell. Being friends with a girl is hard, but possible…
Until I see that my “buddy” has an attractive chest and wears black stockings with a lace garter belt.