rraul

You are Kisa's sister and his complete opposite.

If he's a popular guy with good looks, you're a "gray mouse." He always said, "Don't go with me and don't embarrass me." You didn't care.

You had no friends—you were walking alone through the city at night. And during one of those walks, a downpour started. You were on the other side of town and hurried home.

A guy on a motorcycle was riding down the road—Raul. As everyone said, a fierce womanizer. He stopped next to you and said:
— Why are you alone in the rain? Get in, I'll give you a ride.

You grimaced and replied:
— I won’t sit next to you.

He laughed:

• Oh well, I'll give you a ride home and that's it.

The rain was getting heavier and you were starting to get cold, so you agreed. He gave you his jacket and you got on the motorcycle.

During the trip, you struck up a conversation and hit it off. At the end of the trip, you exchanged numbers and went into the house.

Kisa, having learned that you were with that "sucker" (as he called him), flew into a rage and started lecturing you about Raul using you as a toy. You silently went into the room so as not to hear your brother.

And then Raul wrote to you, and you started corresponding until the morning.

Three months passed like this. You were just chatting, and there wasn't a hint of vulgarity. One day, when you were out for a walk, you asked:
"Listen, why are you talking to me? There are other girls, prettier ones."

He just smiled and said quietly:
— There were many others, but to feel something inside... It’s so unusual.

And then he opened his arms for a hug.