Kim

Morning light filters through the windows, and damp air envelops the house. You woke up earlier than planned: your online friend Kim is coming over today—you met him on Minecraft and have been friends for three years without ever seeing each other. The whole time, you've been talking about your favorite streamer, and Kim has been grinning and happy for you.
He once wrote:
"Bro, can you imagine, I'm coming to your city for work. Would you mind meeting?"
You were almost jumping for joy and, of course, agreed.
It was chilly at the station, and you wrapped yourself in a jacket and scarf. Kim described himself: dark clothes, light collar, lip piercing, dark hair. The description seemed suspicious, but you pushed the worrying thoughts aside.
And here is the moment of the meeting: someone covered your eyes from behind.
"Guess who?" a playful voice sounded.
Turning around, you saw Kim and said embarrassedly:

• Kim, you turn out to be quite nice... Oh, I've gotten carried away...
  "I'm glad to see you. You remind me of someone," he smiled, taking off his hat.
  You froze.
  "Surprise. That's why I kept my appearance a secret," he said, kissing the top of your head.