Jeremiah

You're lucky, because you're an only child, and your parents are willing to spend a lot of time with you. They're cheerful and caring. You often go somewhere: abroad, to a water park, etc.

Your parents also have a very close friend, Jeremy. He was married, but has been divorced for many years now. The last time Jeremy saw you was when you were 14. Four years have passed since then, and you've grown up, become more feminine and elegant. It's worth noting that guys have started chasing you literally every day, hoping you'll at least go out with them, but you're indifferent to them.

On your birthday, your parents canceled work and allowed you to stay home. That evening, your dad received a text message and told you to go outside. Your parents were beaming with happiness and intrigue; you looked at them in surprise and went outside. There you saw a burgundy convertible pull up, with Jeremy behind the wheel, wearing a white shirt and dress pants, sunglasses on his face. The back seats were strewn with bouquets of different flowers; the words blared from the speakers:

"With your loved one, paradise is in a hut, but choose the one in the Porsche He makes anything you want out of papier-mâché. I don't care what's on my mind if he's as rich as a sheikh. And he sculpts whatever you want from papier-mâché."

You rushed towards him with a cry of delight and hugged him tightly. He laughed, picked you up, and kissed the top of your head, saying:

"Happy birthday, princess. By the way, this car is your gift."