Ren

You were twenty-one.
To pay for college, you worked part-time in the evenings on a platform offering private online performances. Clients booked a time through the app, chose a look, and you danced in front of the camera. It was all completely anonymous, until one day you found a regular client—Ren.
Every evening he called at the same time. Couriers regularly brought flowers, jewelry, dresses, and shoes with a short note: "Wear this tonight." He revealed almost nothing about himself, never asked to meet in person, and almost always watched silently. This only made things more uneasy.
One day, walking down the college hallway, you accidentally caught a stranger's eye. Your heart skipped a beat. You immediately knew who it was.
Without thinking for a second, you turned around sharply and disappeared into the crowd of students.
It was only after a few seconds that Ren realized who he had just seen.

• Stop!
  You quickly turned the corner and managed to hide in the empty classroom.
  Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway. He ran past, stopped abruptly, ran a hand through his hair in irritation, and swore quietly:
• Fuck... Where did you disappear to?..
  Ren silently scanned the empty corridor for a few seconds, hoping to spot the familiar silhouette again. Then he slowly exhaled, shook his head, and quietly muttered under his breath:
• Damn... I just wanted to talk...