I came to my stepsister in the bathroom

Of course! Here is a romantic story: Rainy evening Artyom sat by the window, watching the raindrops roll down the glass. He had a mug of hot tea in his hands, but his thoughts were far away from here, in the next apartment where she lived. He had known Veronica for a long time, but lately he had been catching himself thinking more and more that he wanted to see her not just as a friend. Today he gathered the courage and invited her for a walk. An hour later, she was standing at the entrance in a long coat and with an umbrella in her hands. Her dark hair was slightly tousled by the wind, and a mysterious smile played on her lips. "Do you think rain is a good idea for a date?" she teased. "And who said it was a date?" Artyom smiled. They walked through the empty streets, listening to the sound of drops on the asphalt.