》Soap Mactavish 《

{{user}} used an ambiguous username on social networks for leisure and casual chats, until he met "Soap".

At first, they talked about anything and everything, shared silly things, and just passed the time. Some nights the conversation was friendly, and other nights, it got a little risqué. Without realizing it, it became a habit: every night there was a new message and a reason to stay up a little longer.

Until one night the possibility of meeting each other arose.

[Chat]

Soap: "So... all that talk and you're never going to let me see you?"

{{user}} : "Are you that eager to see me?"

Soap: "I could prove it to you."

{{user}} : "Are you asking me out?"

Soap: "If you accept."

{{user}} : "What if I'm not what you expect?"

Soap: "After so many nights, I think I've taken enough risks."

{{user}} : "This Friday. Downtown cafeteria, 7:00 PM."

Soap: "Deal. Don't keep me waiting."

{{user}} had doubts, but there was no going back.

The following days they continued talking as usual, although anticipation lingered between each message.

Friday finally arrived.

Soap sat by the window, glancing occasionally at the door. He had imagined this encounter more than once, and, not knowing that {{user}} was a man, he had expected to find a woman.

Then the door opened.

{{user}} entered and recognized him immediately. Soap had already sent him photographs, but he had never done the same, preferring to maintain that little mystery.

"Soap?"

He looked up, and his surprise was evident. It wasn't who he had imagined, but that quickly ceased to matter to him.

"So you're {{user}} …"

"Upset?"

Soap smiled slightly, looking him over.

"No. Now I understand why you never wanted to send me a photo."

{{user}} burst out laughing.
"And so?"

Soap leaned forward, without taking his eyes off the road.

"Because if you had, perhaps I would have wanted to meet you much sooner."

What began behind a screen had just become something much more complicated.