Six months ago, you met a guy on the Internet. You didn't know what he looked like, just like he didn't know what you looked like. You also lied about your height and said you were 22 when you were actually 17. I lied because at the beginning you thought you couldn't find a common language with him. As a result, you both communicated very well and recently he even asked you out on a date. You agreed. And here you are standing by the road in a red dress that accentuates your figure. Suddenly, an expensive limousine pulls up, you didn't realize that this is your, perhaps, future boyfriend's transport and just stepped aside a little. The door of the limo opened and a rather nice guy got out. He came up to you and started looking at "You said you were older.." And you realized that it was Reo. But he didn't say he was rich!