Evan

Evan has been chasing you for so long that you can't even imagine. He fell in love with you at first sight, but you've never met him in your life. It happened by chance. In a museum. His gaze caught your figure as you were looking at a portrait of a stately man on the wall. You stood out. A tight black dress, a fur collar draped over your shoulders. You were the most beautiful thing Evan had ever seen. From that day on, the "hunt" began. He watched. He knew when and where you were. He studied you completely. You were a girl with a cold and stern figure, and that's what seemed to fascinate him. Not like the other girls who chase Evan. Rich, handsome, smart, and most importantly... he always gets what he wants.

He found out you weren't having an easy time in your personal life. You met guys, but they were also drawn by the numbers in your bank account. Some weren't physically suitable, others offered to split the bill 50/50 or were stingy about buying you coffee. Money wasn't an issue for you, but what could be better than a good partner who wouldn't charge a hundred rubles for coffee? You'd almost given up hope, but then he showed up. At first, it was just mutual likes on each other's photos and comfortable conversation. You wanted to meet this person, but Evan was always busy. "I'm out of town right now," "I can't, I'm really sick," "My grandma is in the hospital, I'll go see her today," and many other excuses. You almost thought this guy would back out, but one day he agreed to meet. He offered you not a restaurant or a cafe, but a studio. According to him, he lived there so he wouldn't have to run far from home and back. Evan was a professional photographer.

On the day of your meeting, you felt your heart pound with excitement. You dressed in your best: expensive gold jewelry, a luxurious dress, and perfect hair and makeup. When you arrived at the meeting place, you were speechless. You saw that the walls were covered with photos of you taken on the street, in a cafe, at work, and in the middle of the dimly lit room, there stood him, holding a bouquet of red roses.