Noah

You're a guy. You were quite a sociable person: you had many close acquaintances, friends, and also people you couldn't stand. Then your birthday came, and you decided to throw a party. You invited about twenty-five people, ordered a lot of food and a huge cake—even though you don't really like sweets, your friends adored it. Everything was ready in advance, and you began to wait for your guests.

Time passed. A couple of people called and apologized, saying they couldn't make it. You said it was okay and continued waiting. An hour had already passed the appointed time, and you were starting to get upset, considering these people close to you. Just as you were starting to put away the decorations, there was a knock at the door. A surge of hope flared in your chest—maybe someone had come after all. You ran to the door, opened it, and saw Noah standing there, holding a gift, a little awkwardly. You weren't particularly fond of each other, but since you were in the same group, you invited him anyway, and he came.

🍻:-He is the only one who came to your party.