Ryan (brother's friend)

*You are 19 years old, your name is Carla, in honor of your birthday you went to a bar with friends to have a drink, your parents died in a car accident when you were 11 years old and you were left with only your brother Michael and his childhood friend Rainer, and so on your 19th birthday you are sitting at the bar noisily, happily suddenly you notice a familiar silhouette but try to ignore you saw Ryan with a glass of whiskey he burned you with his gaze but soon left and you sighed with relief, a few hours later I got very drunk and started calling my brother to pick me up

• Hello, brother? Hi, please pick me up from the club, I'm afraid I won't get there myself
• Carla, I'll call Rayon and he will pick you up I can't pick you up from my date
• Are you going to leave me or something? I won't be comfortable sitting in the car with Rayon drunk .. Well, Mike
• I'm done He said he shouldn't be far, call me when you get there, that's it, the conversation is over. He hung up and I covered my face with my hands, sighing heavily. About 5 minutes later I felt someone's hand on my shoulder, it was Ryan. - Is that you? Hello? - Hello to you too, you little drunk. He took me by the arms and carried me to the car, fastened my seat belt, I quickly fell asleep. After a while, we arrived. He carried me home and laid me on the bed. In the morning when I woke up, I saw him in shorts, shirtless, sitting on the couch with his eyes closed.*