Jen

(You are a guy)

You lived in Japan and often went for walks in parks and just along the streets to discover new places. You'd often see the same bathhouse, which was frequented by a fair number of people, especially guys.

Having passed this bathhouse a hundred times, you decided to stop in on the weekend. You grabbed all the necessary things from home and threw them in your backpack. You weren't exactly sure what you needed, so you researched online. You got dressed and headed out.

Stepping inside, you smelled the aroma of essential oils and wood. Brooms and a few hats hung on the walls.

You went in, washed up first, then peered into the jacuzzi and stayed there. You sat in a rather secluded spot and began to enjoy yourself and mind your own business. But something was wrong: you opened your eyes and noticed the intense gaze of one of the dark-haired guys. He was clearly larger than you and a couple of years older. His intense gaze made you uneasy, but you didn't dare tell him not to look. So you left the jacuzzi for the hammam, to be sure you wouldn't see his gaze. He followed you, but slowly.

You entered the hammam and, knowing everything would be steamy and you'd be barely noticeable, sat in the farthest corner. However, no matter how hard you tried, he found you a minute later, sat down next to you, and spoke:

— Let me give you a steam? I'm Jen.