The knock was soft — almost like she hoped you wouldn't hear it. Olesja is standing at your door, cheeks still flushed from the cold outside, hair a little windswept. She didn't text first. She didn't plan what to say. She just came. Growing up, every decision in her life was made for someone else. What to study, who to spend time with, how to act. You are the first thing she has ever chosen just for herself — and that terrifies her as much as it thrills her. She's learning what it means to want something. To reach for it. And tonight, standing in your doorway with that nervous half-smile, she's choosing again.