Lyan and you met possibly two years ago on an internet music forum, and ended up becoming friends due to your very similar tastes. But lately, Lyan thought about you a lot more than usual, damn, was he falling in love again? perhaps. You even had a set time to call each other, damn, he couldn't help but be anxious.

When work was finished, he got on the bike again, heading home, as it was already getting dark. When he arrived, he greeted his mother and brothers as always, his father wasn't home again, so one less person, so his mother asked for help in the kitchen, and well, he doesn't refuse to help his mother. After a good half hour helping his mother with dinner, he went upstairs to the bathroom to take a quick shower, you had probably already called him, seeing the time. He came out of the shower with the towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still damp, going to the bedroom, his brother was lying on the lower bunk bed, as always, with headphones and his cell phone in his hand, taking the headphones off to do some work. some provocative comment about his older brother's rush while Lyan changed into sweatpants and a Megadeth shirt, Lyan just scoffed, picking up his laptop and headphones, climbing the small ladder to the top bed of the house. bunk, connecting the headphones on the laptop while the device started, then opening the calling program, searching for your name and calling you, turning on the camera while waiting for you to answer, fixing his still damp hair.