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She was sure that she could practically say goodbye to life when someone pulled her violently, taking her off the road. They both fell and lay on the sidewalk for a moment. People around them were screaming. The rain was still blinding, but the arms that were hugging her seemed so familiar. She was afraid to look to make sure who had saved her, but the voice could only belong to one person. This time, she began to sob with happiness and snuggled up to Hikaru, ignoring the commotion around her and the fact that she had almost died by accident.

The man helped her up, trying not to let go of her hands. One of the witnesses handed him an umbrella and convinced the Japanese that it might be better to find a quieter place. They hid from the rain. Hikaru could finally take his beloved's face in his hands.

“Kamil is here.” Hortensja sniffed. “He found me and…”

“Even if it's true, I won't let him take you and hurt you again,” Hikaru put all his conviction into these words and began to rub the girl's shoulders to warm her up a bit. He also knew that he had to take her home as soon as possible.

“But…” She looked around with fear, as if he was about to jump out from somewhere and kidnap her.

“Horteni, look at me. You're here with me now. I won't let you get hurt. Try to calm down. We'll go home. I'm afraid you'll be sick.”

Hortensja nodded in agreement. She wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't heard the determination and sincerity of these assurances in his voice and felt the same in his gestures. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. Once again, she remembered the face of the man who was heading towards her, but this time she wanted to catch as many details of this scene as possible. And with every passing second, she was only making sure that it couldn't be Kamil, but someone who looked very similar to him. After all, she found herself in a rather touristy area. When she was sitting on the stairs, Hikaru could have just as easily been calling her, and the rain and her own mind could have been playing tricks on her with her name. She felt that the muscles that had been tense in flight mode until now were starting to relax, and the girl was finally overcome by great tiredness but also relief. She started to laugh quietly, which caused great consternation with her sudden change in behavior.

“Is everything okay?” Hikaru asked carefully.

“Yes, I guess I was mistaken and panicked unnecessarily.” She smiled. “But you're right, let's go home. I'm cold, and I'm terribly hungry. It's good that I can just heat up dinner.”

The Japanese man looked at her for a moment, suspecting that this was some kind of dig at him, but Hortensja's expression suggested a simple statement of fact and a focus on meeting basic needs. He hoped that they would both draw the right conclusions from this situation for the future, but what mattered now was catching a taxi quickly. After returning home, they took a hot bath together, ate, and went to sleep, hugging each other tighter than usual, as if afraid that this bad dream hadn't ended after all.

However, they didn't avoid the illness that Hikaru had suspected. Hortensja started showing symptoms before noon, while his body, exhausted by work, gave in only half a day later. So, they could both cross another few dozen hours off their lives, then they would take care of each other, depending on who felt a little better.

Hortensja was cooking soup, which her mother always made when one of the household members fell ill. Hikaru decided that he would do the same, only later, because he was not entirely sure whether the illness had not robbed the girl of common sense. He watched her actions with the burner, and despite his initial assumption not to interfere, he had the impression that he saw madness in her eyes.

“Are you sure this is a good idea? We won't get poisoned?” he asked, approaching her carefully. She turned towards him, aiming a fork, on which she had a moment earlier impaled an onion, which she had burned over the burner and just added to the soup. She smiled as she was staring at the black color that had covered part of the vegetable.

“Never, but never, dare you underestimate the power of homemade rosół,” she said in a tone full of superiority. “I don't trust that porridge of yours that you mentioned.”

“This dish made with love will cure any disease,” Hikaru was indignant.

He wanted to add something else, but they both felt worse and went back to the couch to watch the movie. Eventually, they ate both dishes in reasonable intervals, hoping that the combined power of the dishes would help them get back on their feet faster, which took them a few days anyway. Hortensja was almost certain that her boyfriend would be having a hard time with the fact that he couldn't go to work for the time being, and he seemed almost happy about it. She asked him what he was doing when he spent some time searching the web intensively.

“I'm looking for a new job just in case,” he replied with a smile. Hortensja looked at him in disbelief and at the same time a silent question. “One where there will be a reasonable amount of overtime. I want to live in my own home, not just be here as a guest.” The girl threw her arms around his neck and started showering him with kisses. When she heard about the new job, she was afraid that the situation would not change, it would simply concern a different company. Now, however, she felt that the future was looking exciting.

Over the next weeks, the couple was still getting to know each other, but Hortensja kept telling Hikaru that she was proud of him when he was stressed about standing up to his superiors who were taking advantage of him. Fortunately, he gained the support of his coworkers, and it was not he who lost his job, but the man who was abusing his position.

She still worked with Tadao. It was necessary to keep an eye on him so that he would not throw himself into work too often and have time for his girlfriend, so that this cute girl would not have to experience such dilemmas. In turn, Akira and Matsuo's relationship was rushing at such a pace that they were both already mumbling something about marriage in conversations, but she only spoke to Hortensja, and he only spoke to his friend.

The Pole and the Japanese also had days when they felt particularly madly in love with each other. Other times they got mad at each other for trifles, sometimes they raised their voices during arguments. But they promised each other that they would never go to bed without making up, so they had sleepless nights because of this several times. However, they tried very hard to respect, understand each other and communicate honestly.

Hortensja was eagerly awaiting the moment when the cherry blossoms would be covered in blossoms, because Hikaru had promised to take her on a picnic, during which they could admire this wonderful spectacle of nature. The girl was so delighted that she almost forgot that she also wanted to take pictures of them together against this background, and they easily found someone kind enough to take them for them. She developed it twice and thought for a long time what to do with the idea that had been germinating in her head for a while. However, the longing for her first home showed up more often and stronger, she decided that maybe this plan would help to soothe it a little. Now she was happy and believed that this time she had given her heart to the right man. The one, who had just returned from work and was smiling at her in such a way that she felt loved and wanted to love.