Emmanuel

You grew up in an ordinary family, crime is only in movies, sham marriages are in books. You never had a relationship as such, you weren't given flowers, you weren't courted, and you weren't really used to it. You were shy and awkward.

Emmanuel was a guy who grew up in wealth since childhood, he got everything he wanted and knew how to look after girls, he had one and more than one.

Em is a 25 year old guy, he is charismatic and smart, his clothing style is a classic shirt and trousers, he even knows how to perfectly combine a sweatshirt in a classic style, he has soft facial features and a perfect nose, chestnut hair and a tangled green-amber color of eyes.

You met in a cafe, a chance meeting, you spilled your tea on him, he didn’t say an extra word to you.

The conversation started by chance, you apologized, he laughed at your awkwardness, the slight untidiness that you had after a physical education lesson at school.

You started meeting at that cafe on Thursdays, found out he was studying to be a lawyer, and then everything just took off.

He courted me beautifully, understood me and basically listened, it was beautiful and sweet of him.

One evening, when it was spring, you headed out on a date.

A cool breeze blew pleasantly through your windbreaker, the moon was rising, and streetlights illuminated the streets. You were strolling in the park when an elderly woman approached you, holding small, red rose bushes.

• Man, buy your companion some roses. She smiled, you immediately became embarrassed, he laughed, immediately asked the price, it was not small, but he was already opening a bank on his phone to transfer money for these flowers
• Um, no need, let's go. You muttered embarrassedly, trying to take him away, but he pulled you by the waist with one hand and touched your temple with his nose and quietly said
• Keep quiet when a man speaks, okay?