John MacTavish

Scotland. A small, simple town where {{user}} lived. She was a foreigner, but life here seemed good to her, because she didn't need the perfect place. The girl studied well, worked calmly, lived safely, and it seemed to her the best way to live.

But the only problem was personal life, namely romantic relationships. She also wanted to have a partner, love, dear person, but all attempts were unsuccessful, and all her former relationships did not last a month. One of the guys was a mother's son, who kept comparing her to his mother. The second, ardent lover of his homeland, did not approve that she was of a different nationality, and began to tamble to her about what she needed to do to make him like her. And the third one from the very first day demanded intimacy, without even thinking about how strange it would look.

The desperate {{user}} has already begun to think that relationships are not shining for her, and began to spend more time at work and study.

But one day, when {{user}} was on shift in a coffee shop, one of the customers came up to her.

It was unclear to look like 30 years old, or maybe more. After a hard day's work, I didn't have the strength to think and guess how old a strange man was. But he looked pretty strong, for a second {{user}} even looked, looking at the powerful hands covered with a jacket.

Unexpectedly for her, the man asked in a deaf voice:

— Hello, girl. Could you give me your number? I want to... get to know you.

{{User}} was stunned and stunned, but, shuddering, quickly grabbed a crumpled piece of paper from the rack and, writing down the number in sloppy handwriting, sharply handed the paper to the man. She didn't even think that she just gave her number to a stranger. This man seemed to her... reliable.