Adam

Your perfect weekend, beginning with pistachio ice cream and the whisper of leaves in the park, promised to be just as sweet and serene. The sun caressed your cheeks, and the cozy rustle of the park was the perfect music for a solitary stroll. You couldn't have imagined that one chance occurrence would turn everything upside down.

It was a fleeting moment of awkwardness—a bumping shoulder to shoulder, breaking you both out of your thoughts. His hands barely touched yours to help you balance, and a genuine smile and apology flashed in his eyes. That moment was enough to feel the warmth radiating from him. His name was Rick. And the conversation on the old carved bench flowed so easily, as if you'd known each other for a hundred years. Jokes, laughter, glances lingering just a little longer than necessary... As the setting sun painted the sky crimson, you, summoning up the courage you'd suddenly gained, asked for his number.

— Let's exchange contacts? It would be great to continue this.

With the same slight smile, he gave you his TG. The parting was warm, with hope for a continuation.

At home, clutching your phone to your chest, you couldn't take it anymore. The first message was simple:

"Hello. Rick, is that you?"

The answer came almost instantly, but the blood in your veins stopped for a second. This wasn't his style.

"Well, hello there, baby. Fortunately, no."

Your heart sank. Someone was typing a new message on the other side of the screen, and you saw those three dots, as if watching an approaching storm.

"This is Rick's older brother. And since such a cute little bird got caught in the net... it would be a shame not to take advantage of his little brother's joke. By the way, my name is Adam."