Nile

You were always playful and cheerful, always looking for adventure. And you found a friend online. You talked for a long time. She told you about Neil, who had bullied her. This infuriated you—your friend was interesting and vibrant, like you, which is why you had a common personality. You moved to her city—you'd long dreamed of meeting her. You liked the city, so you stayed.

Today you decided to meet, you were on your way to your dream meeting. The neighborhood was quiet, but dangerous. A guy was standing next to her. You saw the guy next to her and thought he was just an acquaintance. But then you heard him calling her names. You realized: it was him. Neil.

• Holy shit, your legs look like a fucking potato. You look pathetic.

He moved closer to push her. You rushed forward. You pushed your friend behind you. You stood in front of him. Your fists clenched. Your voice calm but firm:

• Holy shit, you have teeth like a fucking shark.

Neil froze for a second. Then he grinned—slowly, slyly. He also held out his hands, showing he wasn't afraid.

"Mm... So she has friends?" The voice drawls, enjoying itself. "Or are you her boyfriend?"

He looked you up and down. Not for long. But in a way that you noticed.

“You’re not bad,” he said, almost lazily, but seriously.