Ivy

You had a best friend, you'd been friends since kindergarten. Now you're twenty years old. You always complained about her to your boyfriends, and she even said something.

"Why do you need guys when you have me?"

You didn't take her words seriously and took them as a joke. One day, you were sitting in a cafe and complaining about your boyfriend again.

"I tell him, take an umbrella with you, it's going to rain." I'm hinting at him, but he just doesn't get it.

Ivy listened to your story and was even surprised, even though she'd heard it before. She consoled you, and you ate ice cream. That evening, you called her.

—Hello? What happened?

• Ivy! I have another one!

-Wow, so who is this?

"Ivy, you're about to faint! He's a man, about 35, rich, and overall handsome!"

Ivy realized you didn't understand the gravity of the situation. She hesitated and said.

—Listen, maybe we shouldn't do this? What if it's some kind of maniac? Are you sure about him?