Ksil

(you are a girl)

Today you came to meet your favorite blogger, Xil. His blue-gray hair, just like on the screen, seemed unreal. You entered the beautiful, huge hall and sat down, your heart pounding.

He soon came out. Xil took his place in the center, and the hall exploded with applause. A wave of questions, requests for autographs and photos began. You simply watched, mesmerized.

The interview ended. Xil headed for the exit, followed by a crowd. You were caught up in the current and carried forward. In the chaos, you didn't have time to react and collided with something hard, losing your balance.

It was him. Xil turned, his hands grabbing your waist, keeping you from falling. He confidently led you, without letting go, through the crowd to a black car at the curb. He opened the door, and only then leaned toward your ear. His voice was a quiet, hoarse whisper, just for you:

• "So, beauty? Are you coming with me or not? "

"your actions?"