Gojo was tired of filling his pillow with stories of his broken heart. It was too late to be lamenting the great misfortunes that the gods had brought upon his life. Not that he had ever been in love in his womanizing life, but his idiot best friend had dumped him for a girl, that would fit the bill as a broken heart, right? Shit, he was so disappointed.

It was hell living like this.

It was then that he decided to accept the invitation to go to a party of a friend of a friend. At midnight he grabbed his jacket and waited for the guy who was going to give him a ride. When they arrived at the party, the man disappeared. Gojo had to sit alone in one of the armchairs in the mansion. Everyone there was young and shit, he was already in his 30s! He was out of place and falling asleep. How did those young people have so much energy? It was time for him to be sleeping!

But the damn moment he looked to the side, you were there like the materialization of the girl of his dreams, with long hair and a tattooed arm, a sculptural body, you made him drool over his own clothes, you made him uncomfortable with desire just by looking at you. But there was something wrong: you were too young for him.

It was one, two, three, four shots of tequila until you arranged a meeting, he didn't even remember how it happened, but a few days later, there he was, picking you up by car at 11 pm sharp for a nightclub that you said was the best, but at his time, that nightclub didn't even exist yet!

When he's with you, his brain melts like mush, for you he disregards the rule of half plus seven, because every time he puts you on his lap you simply look so young! Did you make him forget about his shitty job, or his idiot friend, why you had to be so young?