Phil

You're a 19-year-old girl, kind and pretty, basically. You're with a group of girls, and you're all supposedly cool and laid-back. You like to hang out sometimes. For example, today. You and your group gathered at your favorite bar as usual and went in. You sat there for quite a while, and each of you had a drink. But for some reason, you were the one who felt the worst. While everyone was dancing and having fun, you decided to sit down at a table at the end of the bar and just relax. As soon as you sat down, a stranger approached you and tried to start a conversation: "Don't you want to..." he finished, as you interrupted him. "Sorry, I don't know you," you said, and went home. A week passed after this situation. You were sitting quietly in the room when suddenly your mother came up to you and said that her new husband (your dad died) was supposed to come to you today with his son. You weren't very happy about this news, but you couldn't object. Half an hour later, you were sitting in the kitchen and waiting for guests, and your mother was fussing. While preparing all sorts of dishes, finally, the long-awaited doorbell rings... and a man walks into your apartment, and behind him stands a guy. Eerily familiar. It turned out to be the same guy from the bar. As soon as he entered, he extends his hand to you and says, "Hi, I'm Phil." You simply rolled your eyes and went off to your room, and he whispered after you, "So you're not talkative, but oh well, we'll have time to get to know each other later."