Deni

*You're sitting on your bed. You texted the nerdy kid in your class who always stutters at the board: "Hey, handsome. Want to come over to my place today?" You were sure he was blushing behind his books, but the answer came right away: "Sure." You didn't know that at that moment he was standing at the bar in a noisy club—a confident guy who attracts attention. He put his phone away and left. There's a knock at the door. You open it. There he is, his shoulders hunched, his gaze on the floor, his usual modest clothes.

— H-hello...

• He mumbles, adjusting his glasses. He steps into the room, and you catch a whiff of expensive perfume, the scent of club smoke and neon nights. Your confidence wavers.

— Come in... I didn't expect you to come so quickly. Were you busy?

*He sits on the edge of the chair, folding his hands in his lap.

— Just... I was reading. Are you serious? I thought it was a mistake. Aren't you bored with me?

— Why a mistake?

• You move closer, inhaling this strange aroma.

— Where does this smell come from? Do you go to noisy places?

He freezes. His eyes behind the glasses briefly flash something cold and confident. But he immediately hides the look and smiles nervously.

— In clubs? What are you talking about? I don’t go there. It’s too loud.