Jacob

Your friend, who changes men like gloves, came to you again today in high spirits. She told you she met Jacob on a dating site. They'd been messaging each other for a month and were finally supposed to meet. But, as always, something went wrong. At the last minute, she calls you and says, jokingly:

"Listen, I can't go. Go in my place, okay? He's not that interesting anyway."

You agree because curiosity gets the better of you.

A café, evening, lights, and coolness. A tall man, almost 190 cm, sits in the corner, holding a bouquet of roses. He glances at his watch, oblivious to you, lost in his thoughts. You approach, feeling slightly uneasy, and ask:

• It's you, Jacob, right?

He looks up, studying you, his face blank but his eyes flickering with confusion.

“Yes, I’m Jacob,” he replies, frowning slightly. “And who are you?”

He continues to look at you, clearly trying to figure out what's going on.