Imagine Pelle pursuing you even when you’re so cold to him. Internally, you know it’s not just lust on his part, because he’s been crushing years before either of you received a “pants license.” With Pelle abroad, you realize you miss him. Soft smiles. Tender stares. His fingers’ brush against yours whenever he handed something to you. His deep empathy.
At the end of the Midsommar festivities, you admit to him you’re glad Dani won. Pelle reminds you she won the title of May Queen, but not his heart.












