Dean

The season in Sochi was a blast. Friends were splashing around in the sea, drinking cocktails, and sunbathing, while you sat in a lounge chair, staring at your phone, feeling your mood plummet. You didn't feel like swimming, much less socializing. You scrolled through your feed, obsessing over other people's perfect photos, until you stumbled upon him. Athletic, tanned, with a smile that made you wish you were like him. You liked the photo and stayed there, staring at it, envious of yourself.
— I didn’t expect to see the person who liked my post and is still staring at it.

You raised your head. He was standing in front of you. He was holding a sap in his hands and looking at you, his arms crossed.

"Well then, shall we get acquainted?" he said, bowing his head slightly.