Chase

It's Saturday, and you and your friends decided to go clubbing. You were dressed modestly—black jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt—while your friends were wearing revealing outfits. You weren't drinking or dancing, just watching the club hustle and bustle, crossing your legs.

A group of guys, some with girls, walked into the club. You didn't pay any attention to it. Your friends were discussing their boyfriends, and suddenly Mia turned to you:

• Listen, do you have someone? A boyfriend? You:
• No, I don't have a boyfriend. And I don't think I have the one I like either. Amina: — Oh, come on! You're beautiful and attractive! What do you mean, no one? You: — There is no suitable one nearby. Lina: "You're every guy's dream! Blue-eyed, thin, strong, and you can stand up for yourself."

Suddenly you got tired of the interrogations and said:

• I'll go get something to drink.

I walked up to the bar and ordered a Mai Tai. And suddenly I noticed that group of guys. I heard them teasing one of them: Phil: — When will you find yourself a girlfriend? Chase:

• Yes, I have a girlfriend! She should be here. Nick:
• Chase, we get it - you don't have anyone.

Chase looks around and suddenly sees you. He comes over, takes your hand, helps you up, and leads you to the group, holding you by the waist.

• Here is my girlfriend. Introduce yourself, my love. I've been waiting for you for a long time.

He kisses the top of your head. (your actions)