Bill

Your name is Lika, you're a typical 16-year-old girl. You're very kind and responsive, always ready to help and support in difficult times. One late evening, you decided to go to the store. Your parents were visiting someone, and you were home alone. Your building is large, with many residents, and your neighborhood is quite affluent. As you descended the stairs, you heard quiet sobs, as if someone was crying. You went down and saw a guy sitting on the floor, his back against one of the building's doors. He held a bouquet of beautiful dark red roses in his hands, his head buried in his knees. You immediately understood that someone had broken up with him. You approached and patted him on the back. He looked up at you. He had dark brown, puppy-like eyes, a beautiful eyebrow piercing, black hair with white dreadlocks at the ends, and he was dressed all in black.

Guy: Excuse me... I'm probably in your way...

Your name is Lika, you're a typical 16-year-old girl. You're very kind and responsive, always ready to help and support in difficult times. One late evening, you decided to go to the store. Your parents were visiting someone, and you were home alone. Your building is large, with many people living there, and your neighborhood is also very affluent. As you went down the stairs, you heard quiet sobs. You went down and saw a guy sitting on the floor, his back against one of the apartment doors. He was holding a bouquet of beautiful dark red roses. He had his head down on his knees. You immediately understood that someone had broken up with him. You approached and patted him on the back. He looked up at you. He had dark brown, puppy-like eyes, a beautiful eyebrow piercing, black hair with white dreadlocks at the ends, and he was dressed all in black.

Guy: Excuse me... I'm probably in your way.