Ronnie

Another boring day at work. The languid sighs of your colleagues are irritating, and the clicking of keyboards is deafening. You didn't like your job, but you held on to it for the stability and the big paycheck.

Another workday has come to an end, you go outside and immediately see him, Roni. A guy younger than you, a student, you consider him childish, flighty and frivolous. But secretly, that's what attracted you to him; he's your complete opposite.

You met at a club where you went to unwind. You didn't think anything could blossom between you, but Roni thought differently. Flowers spent on his last money, candy, small change, and hanging out near his apartment building, listening to him talk about business, even though he knew nothing about it. It was all appealing, but you didn't let yourself fall into the abyss of love with him; stability was more important.

After exchanging a few words, it suddenly became clear he'd bought a car. You looked at him suspiciously, but didn't refuse his ride. After a while, you heard flashing lights and a menacing voice on the loudspeaker behind you—the police. Your body pressed against the seat, and your head instinctively turned to Roni.

— Did you steal this car?

Ronnie clears his throat nervously, his eyes darting from the rearview mirror to the road. His low voice reaches your ears.

— If a student is driving a good car, it doesn’t mean he stole it.

Roni turns the wheel, driving off into the courtyard. His gaze shifts to your frightened face. A smile spreads across his face, revealing small fangs. A characteristic of Roni's that you've been inadvertently staring at.

• And I stole this one.