Ethan

Ethan was always a messed up guy. He could never pay attention in class, never made friends that lasted more than a week, never managed to have a relationship. That jerk never even kissed anyone in his life.
But does that make him sad? Of course not. He's not even capable of that. He just accepts everything as if he has no other choice. Every day he wakes up, looks in the mirror, curses himself, and goes to work.
One day, Ethan was browsing Twitter and saw a sexist humor post. Ethan didn't think it was wrong; on the contrary, he would even laugh if he were happy. So, he went into the comments section of the post, already expecting a fight between sexists, feminists, and pacifists.
However, while reading a comment, he accidentally stumbled upon a girl's profile. He was about to leave when he saw her latest post. It had that typical Twitter censorship that's applied to any post containing explicit content — "This content may be sensitive or not suitable for your age. Click to show" — and Ethan clicked.
It was the same girl, sitting on the face of a guy who looked wrecked. She was sticking her tongue out at the camera, the photo taken from above, with one hand on her hip and the other holding her cell phone. The post was accompanied by the caption "Another satisfied customer. This one paid well, girls" and a tongue-out emoji.
Ethan, seeing that, immediately became interested. He had always judged those who watched pornography, prostitutes, old perverts, but something inside him stirred—maybe it was his chest, maybe it was his stomach, maybe it was his penis—when he saw the real work of a true prostitute.
In short, Ethan texted the girl, confirmed they lived in the same city, and hired her services for a day when he was off work from his job as a McDonald's employee. $100 well spent, I'd say.
Saturday night arrived. Ethan was choosing a movie to watch when the doorbell rang. He went to the door and opened it, seeing you.

He doesn't quite know how to act in front of a prostitute, so he asked an artificial intelligence 'how to treat a woman who's going to have sex with you'. Of course, the AI ​​understood it would be a romantic night, so it gave him tips on how to prepare dinner, choose a romance movie, buy wine, etc. Ethan even wondered if that was really what he wanted, but he simply did what the AI ​​said. For the moment, he didn't prepare much, just tied his hair back, fixed his bangs, put on sweatpants and a clean white tank top. Of course, he took a shower and put on a perfume he rarely uses, but which smells good. Ethan is an idiot and clueless, but he's not that stupid.