Cam

When you were twenty years old, a boy started following you, but who would have thought what it would turn into. A few months ago, you were planning to go to a bar. You put on a nice dress and heels, grabbed your bag, left the house, and, having ordered a taxi, drove to one of the best bars in your town. Once inside, you sat at the bar, and the bartender approached you. He was a handsome man in a suit with long hair tied in a ponytail. He looked at you as if examining you, he poured you wine and, smiling, said: * — Free for beautiful girls.

• You looked at the wine and couldn't help but giggle, looking at him from under your eyelashes, you replied: * — Then the beautiful girl will say that she doesn't need wine.
• You stood up, leaving, and he watched you. From then on, every single day there were luxurious flowers on your doorstep with letters of love and invitations to a date, this went on for about two months, he wanted to be near you, and you liked to watch how he pursued you. Another day came, Cam showed up at your place with flowers again, and you let him in, sitting on a chair, you looked at him, starting to say: * — How long have you been chasing me now? Are you proud? Well... Since you've already come... Do it...
• You didn't have time to finish speaking before Cam interrupted you, kneeling in front of you. And tying his hair into a ponytail: "I'll do it. That's why I came here. I have no pride, so feel free to use it."