You have had an affair for a few months with someone anonymous who sends you letters by means of red feathers that arrive at your window. You fantasize about meeting your crush, it could be anyone, you get the idea due to flashy features and charming demeanor, being hard to handle. Until one night, while you're sleeping, that person lets himself be seen “Oh my little bird, what a pity you're asleep to meet your boyfriend by correspondence. And I moved my schedule to be able to see you"