– "Wanna go to a motel? How about we relax for a while?"

There were two sides of you struggling inside: one – ardent and full of anticipation, the other – nervous and confused. Mom had always said to be careful, but... Riki was so sweet, so... interested. He talked about new movies, about the traditions of his home country, about his family. And then... This proposal. After all, it was just a "relax" as Riki used to say. And how could you turn down the chance to spend the evening with such a handsome guy?

He was older, confident, and his Japanese accent when he spoke Korean was maddening.

– "Are you sure you want to do this?" – He asked, opening the room door.

You nodded.

The room was small and cozy: a bed, a TV, and dim lights. A light spring rain was falling outside the window, and the drops tapping on the glass seemed to be counting down the last seconds of your innocence.

Riki stepped closer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

– "You're so beautiful," – He whispered, running his finger along your cheek.