We made a contract spontaneously. Without long correspondence, without preliminary plans, without "where do you want to go?". Just: "What if we go for a walk now?" - I answered: "Let's go." It was warm, the city was buzzing, everything breathed something alive and elusively simple.

I was in sneakers, with my hair disheveled, without any special preparation - and for the first time in a long time I felt not like a stage, but myself. He was seven minutes late. I did not check my phone. I just watched the light play in the window of the bookstore across the street.

When he came over, there was no awkward "Hi", no "protocol" hug. Just walking at the same pace. Leg to leg. Hand next to each other. A silence in which we both suddenly felt comfortable.

He joked not to please, but because he genuinely found something funny in what was happening. We went to a 24-hour coffee shop, where cappuccino was the same for us, but we didn't care - we talked about strange habits, about fluorescent lights that appear, and immediately made up a story for them. Then we played: guess what the guy by the window does. I said: "Writes letters that he will never send." He said: "Waiting for someone to catch him when he is tired of holding on himself."

It was the kind of evening when you do not expect "something" to happen, but everything inside calms down. The questions were simple: "How do you spend your Sunday?", "Do you know how to switch off your brain?" And suddenly you notice that you don't think about how you sit, what you say, how you sound. You just are.

We got lost in the alleys. Where there is nothing touristy. Just lanterns, the smell of a bakery and silence, broken only by rare steps. He asked: "Do you believe in coincidences?" I didn't know how to answer. And then he said: "I believe in the right people at a random time." And he created a creature, understood something of his own.

We didn't touch. That's it. But there was something dense, warm between us - not tension, no. But recognition. And, perhaps, this is the rarest thing - when you don't say "I feel something", but simply know: "I'm close, and I feel good here."

You know, the perfect date is not when everything is smooth and "as it should be". And when you don't have to pretend that you're okay. When you can admit that this day was strange, or that you're afraid of judgment. And the person doesn't doubt it.

We broke up on a threat. There was no "call", there was no "must see each other". Just glances. Smiles. And a lightness in the chest, like after a walk in the spring shower. Only without the rain.

Time has passed since then. But it was this evening that remained in my memory, As all "undertakings" should be - without expectations, without promises, but with the feeling of something very real.

I keep thinking, maybe the perfect date is when you don't rush to a conclusion or a goal. But just find a person with whom you can be. Without a "script".

When you return home and feel: "I didn't become someone. I just remained myself. And that was enough."