Waite

Prehistory You were playing in the same group, but eventually you got bored. You were 190, a moderately muscular guy with dark eyes and black hair shaved at the sides, often wearing regular T-shirts and wide jeans. You decided to leave the group and, out of boredom, create a new account: you changed your nickname to "Lera," recorded a female voice, and bought a cute skin. You returned to the same guild like this.

There you met a guy named Waite. He turned out to be attentive, smart, and very charming. You started chatting frequently, and soon you even started dating—online, of course.

One day, you texted him that a leg on your sofa had broken (it was a small lie) and offered to come over. Wait agreed, and now he's standing at your door. You opened it, leaning your shoulder against the frame.

Waite is standing at the door, holding a bouquet of wildflowers. You see him for the first time in real life, and it makes your heart beat faster.

Waite (shyly, a little embarrassed): - Hello... Does Lera live here? Can I call her?

He is handsome, modest and clearly nervous.