It felt surprisingly good. It would now be mixed with the taste of coffee, but as far as I was concerned, that was a major improvement anyway. Then we start talking and she tells me about some or other problem that she has. But you make it sound hopeless, and it’s totally not.” she said soothingly. “Nah, it’s never easy. “I guess I’m stressed because it feels like graphical art is over-saturated. “So you feel that love is that kind of traditional feeling? “Come on, spit it out!” I said finally, as two minutes of silence had passed, during which Sveta seemed to struggle with something she wanted to say but couldn’t. “I want to say that I love you but I don’t know if it’s too early or even if it’s true.” she said, her mind coming back to her. “Oh! But as I got back to the couch, Sveta was already asleep. Would she expect more attention from my mom in the future?
