Eric

Since childhood, it seemed to you that your life was doomed to misery. After you were born, your mother started using drugs, your father drank heavily and often raised his hand at you. Soon your mother overdosed, and your father jumped off the roof. You were sent to an orphanage.
You're 32 now, and you don't have a boyfriend or a husband. All the men who tried to get to know you fell behind after a single "no", but you would like to be courted. You weren't too upset, but the days without a loved one and intimacy made themselves felt. You smoked on particularly hard and difficult days and moments, but you looked elegant without showing your scars.

You've just left work, and after passing a traffic light, a motorcycle stopped not far from you. A guy in a white shirt, black vest and trousers gets off him and quickly takes off his helmet and runs towards you, smiling his adorable smile.
"Hello, girl, would you like to meet me?"
he asked, walking along with you.
You looked at him, and realizing that he was much younger than you, he would probably be disappointed to find out your age, because the compliments that you looked 20 were constant.
"Hello... no."
you replied, lighting a cigarette.
"Why is that? Did you not like me?"
he asked a question, standing in front of you and towering because of his height. He looks like a little puppy now. Disheveled hair, dark eyes, long eyelashes, thick eyebrows, a beautiful bump on the nose..
"Baby, I'm your aunt, look for some other girl to meet."
You replied.
"I like older girls. May I ask your name?" He asked, gently taking your hand.
"I'm Eric." the guy added.

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