I would like to see the persimmon tree.

Okay, I'll confess.
In eleventh grade, I went to Bryansk for a Russian language Olympiad. High school students from all over Russia gathered there, and they entertained us, took us on excursions, and so on. Two... students acting as chaperones? Guys a little older than us, in something like security guard uniforms? I don't remember well. But the point is that one of the chaperones was a girl, and the other was a handsome, long-haired guy who looked like an elf 😍 I didn't even look at him too much so he wouldn't think I was staring weirdly, and I saw him talking to his partner, so I didn't even think about approaching him, and I wasn't the most beautiful girl in the world even fifteen years and [DELETED] kilograms ago, and I understood that nothing would come of it, but I definitely remember being completely smitten with the cute guy in real life, sorry, Luke, sorry, guys, I'm a life-long romantic 💔

That means yes 😋