When she heard her name, she was both overwhelmed with joy and pride. The boy that everyone at camp admired had dedicated a song to her, Greta, through the camp radio. And not just any song—a love song.

She stared indifferently at the blonde, silky curls, the baby face, the well-formed lips. She had never had such a handsome boyfriend. Dénes laughed again and, as usual, snorted a few times. What once seemed so cute now annoyed Aliz to no end.

John could hardly wait to introduce his new girlfriend, Gitta, to his friends. He was curious to see what they would think of the reserved girl. They were used to him bringing loud, provocatively dressed women into the group, who would drift away from him after just a few weeks.

The night before the big event, Gitta couldn’t sleep. It was the first time, after a few months of dating, that John was introducing her to his friends. The rest of the group had been together with their partners for years, and some were even married. The girls had already known each other for a long time, while Gitta would be the outsider.

Bianca hurriedly entered August 28th into her calendar. 5:40 PM. She quickly calculated how much time she had until then: ten days. That wasn’t too bad after all, plenty of time for many things.

She couldn’t take it any longer. She couldn’t carry it anymore. She had to do it, even if he thought she was stupid for it. She wouldn’t even know. She’d send the message, and that would be it. This was about her; she didn’t want to dwell on it anymore.

Livia knew very well: people mustn't talk about emotions. First, because we expose ourselves and thus become vulnerable. Second, because no one really cares about our emotional aches. And if, on the contrary, we are bursting with happiness, we should definitely stay quiet.

"Insensitive." She found it hard to process her friend’s words. If she had to describe herself in one word, that certainly wouldn’t have been it. She would have thought of cheerful or unshakable. This “insensitive” caught her by surprise. Especially coming from someone who knew her well. Someone who loved her.

She flinched as the key turned in the lock. Finally, he had arrived! Dia put down her hairbrush and ran to meet him. By the time Máté stepped through the door, Dia was already there, arms wide open, ready to embrace him. She breathed in his scent deeply.

Boss: Hello, I am looking for the perfect Employee.

Candidate: Hello, I hope that will be me!