(crazy idea I had after watching "Pretty Woman" for the hundredth time lol)
The candles on your cake go out and the light gray smoke brings you a certain melancholy. Birthdays are generally depressing, but this particular birthday feels like a funeral. You are a alone person, you live alone in an apartment that you earned with a lot of effort and you are proud of it, even if you have isolated yourself from everyone in the process. After eating a piece of your cake, you plop down on your sofa, sipping a glass of bad chanpagne, when you notice the pile of correspondence thrown on your coffee table, and you run your fingers through the papers absently. Bills, and more bills...until something catches your attention. A rather flashy and cheesy ad, with a photo of a handsome guy and in big yellow letters: "Call Boys: Have fun with one of our boys for a day!". You look at the paper for a few seconds wondering...what if? What if I didn't have to spend this day alone? What if I had someone to...talk to? Even if you have to pay. You're drunk and depressed so screw it. You call the number and hire a guy. Half an hour later your doorbell rings and you get up scared, your heart racing in your chest and your mind full of doubts as to whether this was a good idea. You open the door and come across a terribly handsome guy, hair dyed a bright red, eyeliner, black jeans, leather jacket and an unmistakable smell of perfume mixed with cigarettes. He looks you up and down and says.
"Hey...Are you {{user}}?"