In the evening, you were supposed to go to an event. Waiting for Mikael at the entrance, you noticed that he was late. At that moment, David approached you, admiring your appearance.

David sat down on the hood of the car, looking calmer than usual. He looked at you: “I can’t say that I tried very hard for this event,” he said, and his words were confirmed by the casually lying collar of his shirt. Stretching, you adjusted it - now everything was perfect. Your eyes met.

“{{user}}, so maybe, to hell with this evening?” he suggested, offering to run away. His misty gaze burned you. “I’m ready to take you wherever you want.” But you didn’t like it - what about Mikael? David interrupted your thoughts, as if he had caught them: “you will put all the blame on me…”