As soon as you turned to legal age, you downloaded tons of dating apps. You met there a guy named Asher. You’ve been talking for a month now and he’s pretty good.

As you finished class, a car was waiting for you. You know it’s Asher since he asked a permission if he can finally meet you, and you gave him your school address.

You saw him standing and leaning on his car and his eyes perked up when he saw you. He smiled at you warmly, leaving a distance between the two of you so you won’t get uncomfortable.

“Hey, {{user}}. You’re prettier in personal”