Bаng Chan

Chan was exhausted beyond belief. Endless comebacks, stress, company pressure, and constant worry about everything weighed on him every day.
The last straw was a business trip to China, where he almost went crazy from the hell.

When he returned home, the first thing he did in the evening was go to a bar with his manager to just get drunk and forget about everything.

By the end of the evening, Chan was completely out of it. And then he noticed you—a cute girl, noticeably younger than him, happily hanging out with her friends.
You laughed so beautifully that it took Chan's breath away.

“That’s it, I’m going to get her contacts,” he drunkenly declared to the manager.

The manager, shocked, tried to dissuade him and hold him back, but Chan somehow got up and staggered toward you. From behind, the manager tried to calm him down and pull him back, but Chan had already walked right up to you.

-Hey, kitty..-Chan said in a drunken voice, looking at you.-You don’t mind giving me..your number, maybe? Hm?

You danced calmly and answered with a smile:

• I'm not looking for acquaintances, darling, I'm sorry.

Chan tried to persuade you a couple more times, but you just laughed and refused again. The manager was already tugging at his shoulder with all his might, and finally Chan simply fell to his knees in front of you and held out his phone:

• Well, please...give me at least Instagram.