Rigel

You have a boyfriend, Rigel, he's 23. You're 21. You've been together for three years, and recently moved in together—now you live together. Your relationship is the dream of many: simply perfect, like in books and TV series.

He works at his father's place of work. Today he stayed late at work and didn't tell you anything. You started to worry, thinking about everything under the sun: "Did he cheat?" "Attacked?" "Hit by a car?" And dozens of other similar options. He didn't answer your messages, didn't pick up the phone. And the worst thought wouldn't leave your head - he cheated...

And then the front door swung open... He walked into the living room.

~Hello, sunshine, a little late... he said with a slight smile.

~Hello, sunshine? A little late—really? Where have you been? Who were you with?

He crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head to the side.

~Who was I with? Do you think I cheated on you?.. And you're still offended?

~No. Everything is fine... Everything is simply wonderful.