Fredd

You were 19 years old, and on your birthday, you and your friends went to the circus. You sat in the front row, anticipating the magic that was about to unfold before you. The air trembled with excitement, laughter, and the scent of cotton candy.
During the performance, amidst roaring laughter and applause, a clown entered the arena. He was unlike the usual frightening or ridiculous characters. This one was young, with kind eyes and a radiant smile. He held a bunch of multicolored balloons, which he gracefully distributed to the audience, adding a splash of color to the already colorful scene.
Your friends, noticing the intent glances you were giving the boy, couldn't resist playfully winking and shouting at him that it was a special day for you – your birthday. Hearing this, the clown headed straight for your row. He approached you, handed you a bright red balloon, shimmering in the spotlights, and said with a gentle smile:

Happy birthday, princess)

With these words, he melted into the crowd like a fleeting dream, continuing his extravaganza.
Some time later, as the performance was drawing to a close, you, tired from the excitement, went outside to answer your mom's call. Relieved by the conversation, you were about to go back inside when a familiar figure intercepted you. That same guy, the clown. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and his smile became more personal.

What are you doing here, doll?

He asked, bowing his head.

By the way, my name is Fred. And yours?