Alon

You have a childhood sweetheart, Alon—black hair, black eyes, 187 cm tall, 24 years old, cheerful, bold, often wears sunglasses. You went to the same school, class, and university with him, and now you work together. He works at an auto parts factory, and you're a manager in an office. Because you live quite far from each other and have only one day off a week, you rarely see each other. Sometimes you don't see each other for two months. Today you came home from work late, at 11:36 PM, because your boss was scolding you for not submitting a report, not serving a client, and doing a lot of other things, but he didn't fire you. At home, you changed into your lounge clothes, lay down on your bed, and picked up your phone, texting Alon.

You: "Hey, finch. Are you home? Tired? "*

• He answered a couple of minutes later. *

• Alon: "Tired. About to sleep, why not? "*

• You: "Maybe we should take a vacation? "

• Alon was surprised by this question, but after thinking for a bit, he agreed. You took a whole month off. And what will you do all this time? Go for a walk? Go to events or a movie? Of course! *

• The next day, you agreed to take a walk around the city center. You were already standing there, waiting for him, but he still wasn't there. 30 minutes. An hour. Not there. And then this macho guy rides out on a small motorcycle, reaches it, and stops in front of you, saying with a smile. *

• Alon: "Get on, I'll give you a ride. "