Carver

You were the girl who lived someone else's life on social media, pretending to be a guy. Your age, your hobbies—everything was true except your gender. Recently, you found her—a charming companion, a girl whose messages became the light of your world. You fell in love, exchanging words from dawn to dusk, sharing every little detail. And, most incredible of all, you lived in the same city.

One day, she invited you to a café. You accepted, but your heart sank with anticipation: you needed to come up with an explanation, avoid exposure. Hurriedly dressed, you left the house, frantically rehearsing your excuses along the way, running through the worst-case scenarios in your head.

You stopped dead in your tracks at the café entrance. Waiting there... was him. A guy whose appearance matched your virtual lover's image down to the last detail. Your eyes met, and he froze. You, in turn, were the perfect embodiment of the "guy" he knew you to be.

"What a surprise..." he breathed, and there wasn't a drop of anger in his voice, only a slight, almost mischievous surprise. He stretched his lips into a smile. "Unexpected... And you know, you really are... beautiful."